As I roved by the dockside one evening so fair,
To view the salt waters and take in salt air,
I heard an old fisherman singing a song.
Oh take me away boys, my time is not long.
Wrap me up in my oilskins and jumper.
No more on the docks I’ll be seen.
Just tell me old shipmates I’m taking a trip, mates
and I’ll see you some day on Fiddler’s Green.

Oh Fiddler’s Green is a place I’ve heard tell.
Where fishermen go if they don’t go to hell.
Where the weather is fair and the dolphins do play.
And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away.
Wrap me up in my oilskins and jumper.
No more on the docks I’ll be seen.
Just tell me old shipmates I’m taking a trip, mates
and I’ll see you some day on Fiddler’s Green.

Now when you’re in dock and the long trip is through,
There’s pubs and there’s clubs and there’s lassies there too.
And the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free.
And there’s bottles of rum growing on every tree.
Wrap me up in my oilskins and jumper.
No more on the docks I’ll be seen.
Just tell me old shipmates I’m taking a trip, mates
and I’ll see you some day on Fiddler’s Green.

Where the skies are all clear and there’s never a gail.
And the fish jumps on board with one swish on their tail.
Where you never lie at your leisure there’s no work to do.
And the skipper’s below making tea for the crew.
Wrap me up in my oilskins and jumper.
No more on the docks I’ll be seen.
Just tell me old shipmates I’m taking a trip,
mates and I’ll see you some day on Fiddler’s Green.

Now I don’t want a harp nor a halo not me.
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea.
I’ll play me old squeeze-box as we sail along,
With the wind in the rigging to sing me a song.
Wrap me up in my oilskins and jumper.
No more on the docks I’ll be seen.
Just tell me old shipmates I’m taking a trip, mates
and I’ll see you some day on Fiddler’s Green.