Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets 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 on Fiddlers Green As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair To view the salt waters and take in the salt air I heard an old fisherman singing a song Oh, take me away boys me time is not long Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets 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 on Fiddlers Green Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell Where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell Where the sky is all clear and the dolphins do play And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets 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 on Fiddlers Green Where the skies are all clear and there's never a gail And the fish jump on board with one swish of their tail Where you lie at your leisure, there's no work to do And the skipper's below making tea for the crew Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets 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 on Fiddlers Green When you get by on dock and the long trip is through There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too Oh where the girls are all pretty and the beer it is free And there's bottles of rum growing on every tree Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets 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 on Fiddlers Green And I'll see you someday on Fiddlers Green