as i walked by the dockside one evening so rare to view the salt waters and take in the salt air i spied an old fisherman singing a song oh take me away boys me time is not long wrap me up in me 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 someday on fiddlers green now fiddlers green is a place i ve heard tell where the fishermen go if they don t go to hell where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play and the cold coast of greenland is far far away wrap me up in me 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 someday on fiddlers green where the skies are all clear and there s never a gail and the fish jump on board with one swish on their tail where you lie at your leisure there s no work to do and the skipper s below making tea for the crew wrap me up in me 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 someday on fiddlers green now i don t want a harp nor a halo not me just give me a breeze on a good rolling sea i ll play me old squeeze box as we sail along with the wind in the riggin to sing me a song wrap me up in me 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 someday on fiddlers green