As I walked by the dockside one evenin' so fair
To view the still waters and taste the salt air
I heard an old fisherman singing this song:

[Chorus]
"Oh, take me away boys, me time is not long
Wrap me up in the oilskins and blankets
No more at the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates I'm taking a trip, mates
And I'll see you someday in Fiddler's Green"

Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell
Where fisherman 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

[Chorus]
"Wrap me up in the oilskins and blankets
No more at the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates I'm taking a trip, mates
And I'll see you someday in Fiddler's Green"

And when you're in dock and the long trip is through
There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there, too
The girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum growing on every tree
[Chorus]
"Wrap me up in the oilskins and blankets
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 in Fiddler's Green"

And no I don't want a harp or a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
And I'll play me old squeezebox as we sail along
With the wind in the rigging to sing me this song

[Chorus]
"Wrap me up in the oilskins and blankets
No more at the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates I'm taking a trip, mates
And I'll see you someday in Fiddler's Green"