{title: Fiddler's Green [F]}
{artist: John Conolly (1966)}
# Lyrics as sung by John Conolly in this video
# https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-yzh8bO6PM
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# Tabs in F
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As I [F]walked by the [Bb]dockside one [F]evening so [Dm]rare,
to [F]view the still [Bb]waters and [F]take the salt [C]air.
I [Bb]heard an old fisherman [Fadd9]singing this song:
Oh take me a[C7]way boys, me [F]time is not [C]long.
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Dress me [F]up in me [C7]oilskins and [F]jumper,
no [Bb]more on the [F]docks I'll be [C]seen.
Just [Bb]tell me old ship-mates, I'm [F]taking a [Am]trip, mates,
and [Gm]I'll see you [C7]someday in [C7]Fiddler's [F]Green.
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Now [F]Fiddler's [Bb]Green is a [F]place I've heard [Dm]tell,
where [F]fishermen [Bb]go if they [F]don't go to [C]hell.
Where the [Bb]weather is fair and the [Fadd9]dolphins do play,
and the cold coast of [C7]Greenland is [F]far, far [C]away.
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Dress me [F]up in me [C7]oilskins and [F]jumper,
no [Bb]more on the [F]docks I'll be [C]seen.
Just [Bb]tell me old ship-mates, I'm [F]taking a [Am]trip, mates,
and [Gm]I'll see you [C7]someday in [C7]Fiddler's [F]Green.
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Now the [F]sky's always [Bb]clear and there's [F]never a [Dm]gale,
and the [F]fish jump on [Bb]board with a [F]flip of their [C]tail.
You can [Bb]lie at your leisure, there's [Fadd9]no work to do,
and the skipper's be[C7]low, making [F]tea for the [C]crew.
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Dress me [F]up in me [C7]oilskins and [F]jumper,
no [Bb]more on the [F]docks I'll be [C]seen.
Just [Bb]tell me old ship-mates, I'm [F]taking a [Am]trip, mates,
and [Gm]I'll see you [C7]someday in [C7]Fiddler's [F]Green.
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And [F]when you're in [Bb]dock and the [F]long trip is [Dm]through,
there’s [F]pubs and there's [Bb]clubs and there's [F]lassies there, [C]too.
Now the [Bb]girls are all pretty and the [Fadd9]beer is all free,
and there’s bottles of [C7]rum growing [F]on every [C]tree.
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Dress me [F]up in me [C7]oilskins and [F]jumper,
no [Bb]more on the [F]docks I'll be [C]seen.
Just [Bb]tell me old ship-mates, I'm [F]taking a [Am]trip, mates,
and [Gm]I'll see you [C7]someday in [C7]Fiddler's [F]Green.
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But I [F]don't want a [Bb]harp nor a [F]halo, not [Dm]me.
Just [F]give me a [Bb]breeze and a [F]good rolling [C]sea.
And I’ll [Bb]play me old squeezebox as [Fadd9]we sail along,
with the wind in the [C7]rigging to [F]sing me a [C]song.
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Dress me [F]up in me [C7]oilskins and [F]jumper,
no [Bb]more on the [F]docks I'll be [C]seen.
Just [Bb]tell me old ship-mates, I'm [F]taking a [Am]trip, mates,
and [Gm]I'll see you [C7]someday in [C7]Fiddler's [F]Green.
{eoc}
Just [Bb]tell me old ship-mates, I'm [F]taking a [Am]trip, mates,
and [Gm]I'll see you [C7]someday in [C7]Fiddler's [F]Green.
