As I walked by the dock-side 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 lads my time is not long….
Wrap me up in my 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 in Fiddler’s Green.
Now Fiddlers Green is a place I’ve heard tell
Where fishermen go if they don’t go to hell
Where the the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away…
Wrap me up…………..
Where the skies are all clear and there is never a gale
And the fish jump on board with one swish of their tale
Where you lie at your leisure, there ’s no work to do
And the skipper below making tea (dit geloof ik zelf niet ) for the crew.
Wrap me up………..
When you get to docks and the long trip is through
there ’s pubs, there is clubs and there ’s lassiest there too
Where the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free
And there is bottles of run growing from every tree
Wrap me up……………………