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……………………