Fiddlers Green Lyrics And Guitar Chords
Written By John Conolly. The guitar chords are in chordpro. The 5 string banjo chords in G Major are included. This video was taken by Sue Dewsbury at Faldingworth Live run by Les Worrall on Saturday March 13th 2010. John Conolly has given his kind permission. John invited Bill Whaley & Dave Fletcher on stage to play along with him.http://www.faldingworthlive.co.uk Recorded in Ireland in the 1970's by The Wolfe Tones, and later by The Dubliners with Barney McKenna doing the singing, Barney does this one as a slow air. The ukulele chords in G Major are included. Fiddlers Green Tin Whistle Sheet Music
As[G] I walked by the dock side one evening so[Em] fair
To[G] view the solt water and take the sea[D7] air
I[C] heard an old fisherman[G] singing this[D] song
Wont you[G] take me[C] away boys me[Em] time is not[D7] long
[Chorus]
Wrap me[G] up in me[D7] oil-skin and[G] blanket,
No[C] more on the[G] docks I'll be[D7 seen
Just[C] tell me old ship-mates I'm[G] taking a trip mates
And[D7] I'll see you someday in Fiddler's[G] Green.
[2]
Now the skies are all clear and there's never a game
and the fish jump on board with a switch of their tails
you can lie at your leisure, there's no work to do
and the skippers been all making tae for the crew.
[3]
Now Fiddlers Green is a place I heard tell
Where fishermen go if they dont go to hell
Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far far away
[4]
When you get to the docks and the long trip is true
There's pubs and there's clubs and lassies there too
Where the girls are all pritty and the beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum growing on every tree
[5]
Now I dont want a harp nor a halo not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
I'll play me old squeeze-box as we sail along
With the wind in the rigging I'll sing me this song
To[G] view the solt water and take the sea[D7] air
I[C] heard an old fisherman[G] singing this[D] song
Wont you[G] take me[C] away boys me[Em] time is not[D7] long
[Chorus]
Wrap me[G] up in me[D7] oil-skin and[G] blanket,
No[C] more on the[G] docks I'll be[D7 seen
Just[C] tell me old ship-mates I'm[G] taking a trip mates
And[D7] I'll see you someday in Fiddler's[G] Green.
[2]
Now the skies are all clear and there's never a game
and the fish jump on board with a switch of their tails
you can lie at your leisure, there's no work to do
and the skippers been all making tae for the crew.
[3]
Now Fiddlers Green is a place I heard tell
Where fishermen go if they dont go to hell
Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far far away
[4]
When you get to the docks and the long trip is true
There's pubs and there's clubs and lassies there too
Where the girls are all pritty and the beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum growing on every tree
[5]
Now I dont want a harp nor a halo not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
I'll play me old squeeze-box as we sail along
With the wind in the rigging I'll sing me this song
Guitar chords for all the verses.
As [G]I walked by the dockside one [Em]evening so fair,
To [G]view the salt water and [D7]take the sea air,
I [C]heard an old fisherman [G]singing this [D]song:
“Won’t you [G]take me a[C]way, boys, me [Em]time is not [D7]long.”
[Chorus]
Wrap me [G]up in me [D7]oil-skin and [G]blanket,
No [C]more on the [G]docks I’ll be [D7]seen.
Just [C]tell me old shipmates I’m [G]taking a trip, mates,
And [D7]I’ll see you someday in Fiddler’s [G]Green.
---
Now the [G]skies are all clear and there’s [Em]never a gale,
And the [G]fish jump aboard with a [D7]flip of their tails.
You can [C]lie at your leisure, there’s [G]no work to [D]do,
And the [G]skipper’s below making [Em]tea for the [D7]crew.
[Chorus]
Wrap me [G]up in me [D7]oil-skin and [G]blanket,
No [C]more on the [G]docks I’ll be [D7]seen.
Just [C]tell me old shipmates I’m [G]taking a trip, mates,
And [D7]I’ll see you someday in Fiddler’s [G]Green.
---
Now [G]Fiddler’s Green is a [Em]place I’ve heard tell,
Where the [G]fishermen go if they [D7]don’t go to hell.
Where the [C]skies are all clear and the [G]dolphins do [D]play,
And the [G]cold coast of [Em]Greenland is [D7]far, far a[G]way.
[Chorus]
Wrap me [G]up in me [D7]oil-skin and [G]blanket,
No [C]more on the [G]docks I’ll be [D7]seen.
Just [C]tell me old shipmates I’m [G]taking a trip, mates,
And [D7]I’ll see you someday in Fiddler’s [G]Green.
---
When you [G]get to the docks and your [Em]long trip is through,
There’s [G]pubs and there’s clubs and there’s [D7]lassies there too.
Where the [C]girls are all pretty and the [G]beer is all [D]free,
And there’s [G]bottles of [Em]rum growing [D7]on every [G]tree.
[Chorus]
Wrap me [G]up in me [D7]oil-skin and [G]blanket,
No [C]more on the [G]docks I’ll be [D7]seen.
Just [C]tell me old shipmates I’m [G]taking a trip, mates,
And [D7]I’ll see you someday in Fiddler’s [G]Green.
---
Now I [G]don’t want a harp nor a [Em]halo, not me,
Just [G]give me a breeze and a [D7]good rolling sea.
I’ll [C]play me old squeeze-box as [G]we sail a[D]long,
With the [G]wind in the [Em]rigging, I’ll [D7]sing me a [G]song.
[Final Chorus]
Wrap me [G]up in me [D7]oil-skin and [G]blanket,
No [C]more on the [G]docks I’ll be [D7]seen.
Just [C]tell me old shipmates I’m [G]taking a trip, mates,
And [D7]I’ll see you someday in Fiddler’s [G]Green.
As [G]I walked by the dockside one [Em]evening so fair,
To [G]view the salt water and [D7]take the sea air,
I [C]heard an old fisherman [G]singing this [D]song:
“Won’t you [G]take me a[C]way, boys, me [Em]time is not [D7]long.”
[Chorus]
Wrap me [G]up in me [D7]oil-skin and [G]blanket,
No [C]more on the [G]docks I’ll be [D7]seen.
Just [C]tell me old shipmates I’m [G]taking a trip, mates,
And [D7]I’ll see you someday in Fiddler’s [G]Green.
---
Now the [G]skies are all clear and there’s [Em]never a gale,
And the [G]fish jump aboard with a [D7]flip of their tails.
You can [C]lie at your leisure, there’s [G]no work to [D]do,
And the [G]skipper’s below making [Em]tea for the [D7]crew.
[Chorus]
Wrap me [G]up in me [D7]oil-skin and [G]blanket,
No [C]more on the [G]docks I’ll be [D7]seen.
Just [C]tell me old shipmates I’m [G]taking a trip, mates,
And [D7]I’ll see you someday in Fiddler’s [G]Green.
---
Now [G]Fiddler’s Green is a [Em]place I’ve heard tell,
Where the [G]fishermen go if they [D7]don’t go to hell.
Where the [C]skies are all clear and the [G]dolphins do [D]play,
And the [G]cold coast of [Em]Greenland is [D7]far, far a[G]way.
[Chorus]
Wrap me [G]up in me [D7]oil-skin and [G]blanket,
No [C]more on the [G]docks I’ll be [D7]seen.
Just [C]tell me old shipmates I’m [G]taking a trip, mates,
And [D7]I’ll see you someday in Fiddler’s [G]Green.
---
When you [G]get to the docks and your [Em]long trip is through,
There’s [G]pubs and there’s clubs and there’s [D7]lassies there too.
Where the [C]girls are all pretty and the [G]beer is all [D]free,
And there’s [G]bottles of [Em]rum growing [D7]on every [G]tree.
[Chorus]
Wrap me [G]up in me [D7]oil-skin and [G]blanket,
No [C]more on the [G]docks I’ll be [D7]seen.
Just [C]tell me old shipmates I’m [G]taking a trip, mates,
And [D7]I’ll see you someday in Fiddler’s [G]Green.
---
Now I [G]don’t want a harp nor a [Em]halo, not me,
Just [G]give me a breeze and a [D7]good rolling sea.
I’ll [C]play me old squeeze-box as [G]we sail a[D]long,
With the [G]wind in the [Em]rigging, I’ll [D7]sing me a [G]song.
[Final Chorus]
Wrap me [G]up in me [D7]oil-skin and [G]blanket,
No [C]more on the [G]docks I’ll be [D7]seen.
Just [C]tell me old shipmates I’m [G]taking a trip, mates,
And [D7]I’ll see you someday in Fiddler’s [G]Green.
Guitar chords in C Major
As [C]I walked by the dockside one [Am]evening so fair,
To [C]view the salt water and [G7]take the sea air,
I [F]heard an old fisherman [C]singing this [G]song:
"Won't you [C]take me a[F]way, boys, me [Am]time is not [G7]long."
Wrap me [C]up in me [G7]oil-skin and [C]blanket,
No [F]more on the [C]docks I'll be [G7]seen.
Just [F]tell me old shipmates I'm [C]taking a trip, mates,
And [G7]I'll see you someday in Fiddler's [C]Green.
Now the [C]skies are all clear and there's [Am]never a gale,
And the [C]fish jump aboard with a [G7]flip of their tails.
You can [F]lie at your leisure, there's [C]no work to [G]do,
And the [C]skipper's below making [Am]tea for the [G7]crew.
Wrap me [C]up in me [G7]oil-skin and [C]blanket,
No [F]more on the [C]docks I'll be [G7]seen.
Just [F]tell me old shipmates I'm [C]taking a trip, mates,
And [G7]I'll see you someday in Fiddler's [C]Green.
Now [C]Fiddler's Green is a [Am]place I've heard tell,
Where the [C]fishermen go if they [G7]don't go to hell.
Where the [F]skies are all clear and the [C]dolphins do [G]play,
And the [C]cold coast of [Am]Greenland is [G7]far, far a[C]way.
Wrap me [C]up in me [G7]oil-skin and [C]blanket,
No [F]more on the [C]docks I'll be [G7]seen.
Just [F]tell me old shipmates I'm [C]taking a trip, mates,
And [G7]I'll see you someday in Fiddler's [C]Green.
When you [C]get to the docks and your [Am]long trip is through,
There's [C]pubs and there's clubs and there's [G7]lassies there too.
Where the [F]girls are all pretty and the [C]beer is all [G]free,
And there's [C]bottles of [Am]rum growing [G7]on every [C]tree.
[Chorus]
Wrap me [C]up in me [G7]oil-skin and [C]blanket,
No [F]more on the [C]docks I'll be [G7]seen.
Just [F]tell me old shipmates I'm [C]taking a trip, mates,
And [G7]I'll see you someday in Fiddler's [C]Green.
Now I [C]don't want a harp nor a [Am]halo, not me,
Just [C]give me a breeze and a [G7]good rolling sea.
I'll [F]play me old squeeze-box as [C]we sail a[G]long,
With the [C]wind in the [Am]rigging, I'll [G7]sing me a [C]song.
Wrap me [C]up in me [G7]oil-skin and [C]blanket,
No [F]more on the [C]docks I'll be [G7]seen.
Just [F]tell me old shipmates I'm [C]taking a trip, mates,
And [G7]I'll see you someday in Fiddler's [C]Green.
Key of D
As [D]I walked by the dockside one [Bm]evening so fair,
To [D]view the salt water and [A7]take the sea air,
I [G]heard an old fisherman [D]singing this [A]song:
"Won't you [D]take me a[G]way, boys, me [Bm]time is not [A7]long."
Wrap me [D]up in me [A7]oil-skin and [D]blanket,
No [G]more on the [D]docks I'll be [A7]seen.
Just [G]tell me old shipmates I'm [D]taking a trip, mates,
And [A7]I'll see you someday in Fiddler's [D]Green.
Now the [D]skies are all clear and there's [Bm]never a gale,
And the [D]fish jump aboard with a [A7]flip of their tails.
You can [G]lie at your leisure, there's [D]no work to [A]do,
And the [D]skipper's below making [Bm]tea for the [A7]crew.
Wrap me [D]up in me [A7]oil-skin and [D]blanket,
No [G]more on the [D]docks I'll be [A7]seen.
Just [G]tell me old shipmates I'm [D]taking a trip, mates,
And [A7]I'll see you someday in Fiddler's [D]Green.
Now [D]Fiddler's Green is a [Bm]place I've heard tell,
Where the [D]fishermen go if they [A7]don't go to hell.
Where the [G]skies are all clear and the [D]dolphins do [A]play,
And the [D]cold coast of [Bm]Greenland is [A7]far, far a[D]way.
Wrap me [D]up in me [A7]oil-skin and [D]blanket,
No [G]more on the [D]docks I'll be [A7]seen.
Just [G]tell me old shipmates I'm [D]taking a trip, mates,
And [A7]I'll see you someday in Fiddler's [D]Green.
When you [D]get to the docks and your [Bm]long trip is through,
There's [D]pubs and there's clubs and there's [A7]lassies there too.
Where the [G]girls are all pretty and the [D]beer is all [A]free,
And there's [D]bottles of [Bm]rum growing [A7]on every [D]tree.
[Chorus]
Wrap me [D]up in me [A7]oil-skin and [D]blanket,
No [G]more on the [D]docks I'll be [A7]seen.
Just [G]tell me old shipmates I'm [D]taking a trip, mates,
And [A7]I'll see you someday in Fiddler's [D]Green.
Now I [D]don't want a harp nor a [Bm]halo, not me,
Just [D]give me a breeze and a [A7]good rolling sea.
I'll [G]play me old squeeze-box as [D]we sail a[A]long,
With the [D]wind in the [Bm]rigging, I'll [A7]sing me a [D]song.
Wrap me [D]up in me [A7]oil-skin and [D]blanket,
No [G]more on the [D]docks I'll be [A7]seen.
Just [G]tell me old shipmates I'm [D]taking a trip, mates,
And [A7]I'll see you someday in Fiddler's [D]Green.
As [C]I walked by the dockside one [Am]evening so fair,
To [C]view the salt water and [G7]take the sea air,
I [F]heard an old fisherman [C]singing this [G]song:
"Won't you [C]take me a[F]way, boys, me [Am]time is not [G7]long."
Wrap me [C]up in me [G7]oil-skin and [C]blanket,
No [F]more on the [C]docks I'll be [G7]seen.
Just [F]tell me old shipmates I'm [C]taking a trip, mates,
And [G7]I'll see you someday in Fiddler's [C]Green.
Now the [C]skies are all clear and there's [Am]never a gale,
And the [C]fish jump aboard with a [G7]flip of their tails.
You can [F]lie at your leisure, there's [C]no work to [G]do,
And the [C]skipper's below making [Am]tea for the [G7]crew.
Wrap me [C]up in me [G7]oil-skin and [C]blanket,
No [F]more on the [C]docks I'll be [G7]seen.
Just [F]tell me old shipmates I'm [C]taking a trip, mates,
And [G7]I'll see you someday in Fiddler's [C]Green.
Now [C]Fiddler's Green is a [Am]place I've heard tell,
Where the [C]fishermen go if they [G7]don't go to hell.
Where the [F]skies are all clear and the [C]dolphins do [G]play,
And the [C]cold coast of [Am]Greenland is [G7]far, far a[C]way.
Wrap me [C]up in me [G7]oil-skin and [C]blanket,
No [F]more on the [C]docks I'll be [G7]seen.
Just [F]tell me old shipmates I'm [C]taking a trip, mates,
And [G7]I'll see you someday in Fiddler's [C]Green.
When you [C]get to the docks and your [Am]long trip is through,
There's [C]pubs and there's clubs and there's [G7]lassies there too.
Where the [F]girls are all pretty and the [C]beer is all [G]free,
And there's [C]bottles of [Am]rum growing [G7]on every [C]tree.
[Chorus]
Wrap me [C]up in me [G7]oil-skin and [C]blanket,
No [F]more on the [C]docks I'll be [G7]seen.
Just [F]tell me old shipmates I'm [C]taking a trip, mates,
And [G7]I'll see you someday in Fiddler's [C]Green.
Now I [C]don't want a harp nor a [Am]halo, not me,
Just [C]give me a breeze and a [G7]good rolling sea.
I'll [F]play me old squeeze-box as [C]we sail a[G]long,
With the [C]wind in the [Am]rigging, I'll [G7]sing me a [C]song.
Wrap me [C]up in me [G7]oil-skin and [C]blanket,
No [F]more on the [C]docks I'll be [G7]seen.
Just [F]tell me old shipmates I'm [C]taking a trip, mates,
And [G7]I'll see you someday in Fiddler's [C]Green.
Key of D
As [D]I walked by the dockside one [Bm]evening so fair,
To [D]view the salt water and [A7]take the sea air,
I [G]heard an old fisherman [D]singing this [A]song:
"Won't you [D]take me a[G]way, boys, me [Bm]time is not [A7]long."
Wrap me [D]up in me [A7]oil-skin and [D]blanket,
No [G]more on the [D]docks I'll be [A7]seen.
Just [G]tell me old shipmates I'm [D]taking a trip, mates,
And [A7]I'll see you someday in Fiddler's [D]Green.
Now the [D]skies are all clear and there's [Bm]never a gale,
And the [D]fish jump aboard with a [A7]flip of their tails.
You can [G]lie at your leisure, there's [D]no work to [A]do,
And the [D]skipper's below making [Bm]tea for the [A7]crew.
Wrap me [D]up in me [A7]oil-skin and [D]blanket,
No [G]more on the [D]docks I'll be [A7]seen.
Just [G]tell me old shipmates I'm [D]taking a trip, mates,
And [A7]I'll see you someday in Fiddler's [D]Green.
Now [D]Fiddler's Green is a [Bm]place I've heard tell,
Where the [D]fishermen go if they [A7]don't go to hell.
Where the [G]skies are all clear and the [D]dolphins do [A]play,
And the [D]cold coast of [Bm]Greenland is [A7]far, far a[D]way.
Wrap me [D]up in me [A7]oil-skin and [D]blanket,
No [G]more on the [D]docks I'll be [A7]seen.
Just [G]tell me old shipmates I'm [D]taking a trip, mates,
And [A7]I'll see you someday in Fiddler's [D]Green.
When you [D]get to the docks and your [Bm]long trip is through,
There's [D]pubs and there's clubs and there's [A7]lassies there too.
Where the [G]girls are all pretty and the [D]beer is all [A]free,
And there's [D]bottles of [Bm]rum growing [A7]on every [D]tree.
[Chorus]
Wrap me [D]up in me [A7]oil-skin and [D]blanket,
No [G]more on the [D]docks I'll be [A7]seen.
Just [G]tell me old shipmates I'm [D]taking a trip, mates,
And [A7]I'll see you someday in Fiddler's [D]Green.
Now I [D]don't want a harp nor a [Bm]halo, not me,
Just [D]give me a breeze and a [A7]good rolling sea.
I'll [G]play me old squeeze-box as [D]we sail a[A]long,
With the [D]wind in the [Bm]rigging, I'll [A7]sing me a [D]song.
Wrap me [D]up in me [A7]oil-skin and [D]blanket,
No [G]more on the [D]docks I'll be [A7]seen.
Just [G]tell me old shipmates I'm [D]taking a trip, mates,
And [A7]I'll see you someday in Fiddler's [D]Green.
Fiddlers green guitar tab
Fiddlers green lyrics
Below are the 4 chords to play on the 5 string banjo.
Below is the ebook list of Irish Folk Songs with guitar chords
in 3 keys. Price €8.90 and I'll email the ebook after purchase .
The chords are suited to ukulele, banjo or mandolin also.
Martin
in 3 keys. Price €8.90 and I'll email the ebook after purchase .
The chords are suited to ukulele, banjo or mandolin also.
Martin
Fiddle player on village green
