Fiddlers Green Tabulatur von Dubliners

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   As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair,
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    to view the salt waters and take the salt air,
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    I heard an old fisherman singing a song,
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    'Oh take me away boys, me time is not long'.

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Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumpers,
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no more on the docks I'll be seen.
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Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip, mates,
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and I'll see you some day on Fiddler's Green.

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   Now A#iddler's Creen is a place I've heard tell,
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   where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell.
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    Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play,
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    and the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away.
  
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   Where the skies are all clear and there's never a gale,
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    and the fish jump on board with one swish of their tail.
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    Where you lie at your leisure, there's no work to do,
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    and the skipper's below making tea for the crew.
  
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   When you get back on docks and the long trip is through,
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    there's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there, too.
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    Where the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free,
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    and there's bottles of rum growing from every tree.
  
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    Now I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me,
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    just give me a breeze on a good rolling sea.
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    I'll play me old squeezebox as we sail along,
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    with the wind in the rigging to sing me a song.  

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