Fiddlers Green
Maddy Prior
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G C As I walked by the dockside oneG Em evening so rareG C G To view the still waters and takeD the salt airC G I heard an old fisherman singing this songG C G Oh take me away boys, my time isD not long [Chorus 1]G D Dress me up in my oilskins andG jumperC G D No more on the docks I'll be seenC Just tell my old ship-matesG I'm taking a trip, matesD And I'll see you someday inG G C G Fiddler's Green [Verse 2]G C G Oh Fiddler's Green is a placeEm I've heard tellG C G Where the fishermen go if theyD don't go to HellC Where the weather is fair and theG dolphins do playG C And the cold coast of Greenland isG D far, far away [Chorus 2]G D Dress me up in my oilskins andG jumperC G D No more on the docks I'll be seenContinúa después del anuncioC Just tell my old ship-matesG I'm taking a trip, matesD And I'll see you someday inG G C G Fiddler's Green [Verse 3]G C Where the sky's always clear andG Em there's never a galeG C Where the fish jump on board withG D a swish of their tailC Where you lie at your leisure,G there's no work to doG C G And the skipper's below makingD tea for the crew [Chorus 3]G D Dress me up in my oilskins andG jumperC G D No more on the docks I'll be seenC Just tell my old ship-matesG I'm taking a trip, matesD And I'll see you someday inG G C G Fiddler's Green [Verse 4]G C When you get back in dock and theG Em long trip is throughG C There's pubs and there's clubs andG D there's lasses there tooC Where the girls are all pretty andG the beer is all freeG C And there's bottles of rum growingG D from every tree [Chorus 4]G D Dress me up in my oilskins andG jumperC G D No more on the docks I'll be seenC Just tell my old ship-matesG I'm taking a trip, matesD And I'll see you someday inG G C G Fiddler's Green [Verse 5]G C G Oh I don't want a harp nor aEm halo, not meG C G Just give me a breeze and a goodD rolling seaC And I'll play my old squeezebox asG we sail alongG C G With the wind in the rigging toD sing me the song [Chorus 5]G D Dress me up in my oilskins andG jumperC G D No more on the docks I'll be seenC Just tell my old ship-matesG I'm taking a trip, matesD And I'll see you someday inG G C G Fiddler's Green