As I walked by the dockside one evening so rare To view the still waters and take the salt air I heard an old fisherman singing this song Oh take me away boys, my time is not long
[Chorus (after each verse)] Dress me up in my oilskins and jumper No more on the docks I'll be seen Just tell my old ship-mates I'm taking a trip, mates And I'll see you someday in Fiddler's Green
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