Текст песни Misc Traditional - Fiddlers Glen

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                                    Fiddlers Green
                                                 CAPO  none 

          As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair
          To view the salt water and take the sea air
          I heard an old fisherman singing a song
          Won't you take me away boys my time is not long

                    no more on the docks I'll be seen
                    Just tell me old ship mates I'm taking a trip mates
                    And I'll see you someday in Fiddlers Green

          Now Fiddlers Green is a place I hear tell
          Where 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

          CHO:

          When you get to the docks and the long trip is thru
          There's pub and there's clubs and there's lassies there too
          Where the girls are all pretty and beer it is free
          And there's bottles of rum growing from every tree

          CHO:

          Now I don't want a harp or 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 us a song

          CHO: