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A wonderful traditional folk song! I've only heard the Dubliners' cover here it is!
Capo 5th fret.
[Verse]
As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair
to view the salt waters and take the salt air
I heard an old fisherman singing a song
'Oh take me away boys me time is not long'.
[Chorus]
Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumpers
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 some day on Fiddler's Green.
[Verse]
Now Fiddler's 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.
[Chorus]
Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumpers
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 some day on Fiddler's Green.
[Verse]
Where the skies are all clear and there's never a gale
and the fish jump on board with one swish of their tail.
Where you lie at your leisure there's no work to do
and the skipper's below making tea for the crew.
[Chorus]
Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumpers
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 some day on Fiddler's Green.
[Verse]
When you get back on docks and the long trip is through
there's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too.
Where the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free
and there's bottles of rum growing from every tree.
[Chorus]
Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumpers
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 some day on Fiddler's Green.
[Verse]
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 squeezebox as we sail along
with the wind in the rigging to sing me a song.
[Chorus]
Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumpers
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 some day on Fiddler's Green.
(supprime les barrés)