As I walked by the dockside one evening so fairTo view the still waters and take the salt airI heard an old fisherman singing this songOh, take me away, boys, my time is not longDress me up in the oilskins and jumpersNo more on the docks I'll be seenJust tell me, old shipmates, I'm taking a trip, matesAnd I'll see you someday in Fiddler's GreenFiddler's Green is a place I've heard tellWhere the fishermen go if they don't go to hellWhere the weather is fair and the dolphins do playAnd the cold coast of Greenland is far, far awayDress me up in the oilskins and jumpersNo more on the docks I'll be seenJust tell me, old shipmates, I'm taking a trip, matesAnd I'll see you someday in Fiddler's GreenThe weather is clear and there's never a galeAnd the fish jump on board with a swish of their tailBut you lie at your leisure, there's no work to doAnd the skipper's below making noiseThere's no guarantee for the crewDress me up in the oilskins and jumpersNo more on the docks I'll be seenJust tell me, old shipmates, I'm taking a trip, matesAnd I'll see you someday in Fiddler's GreenWhen you get back in dock and the long trip is overDress me up in the oilskins and jumpersNo more on the docks I'll be seenJust tell me, old shipmates, I'm taking a trip, matesJust tell me, old shipmates, I'm taking a trip, matesAnd I'll see you someday in Fiddler's GreenNow I don't want a harp or a halo, not meJust give me a ship and a good rolling seaAnd I'll play my old squeeze box as we sail alongWith the wind in our rigging handsTo sing me this songDress me up in the oilskins and jumpersNo more on the docks I'll be seenJust tell me, old shipmates, I'm taking a trip, matesAnd I'll see you someday in Fiddler's GreenWhen you get back in dock and the long trip is over