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Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumper
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no more on the docks I'll be seen
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Just tell me old ship mates I'm taking a trip mates
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And I'll see you someday in Fiddler's Green
Now Fiddler's Green is a place I hear tell
Where fishermen
go if they don't go to hell
Where the
skies are all clear and the dolphins do play
And the
cold coast of Greenland is far, far away
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When you get to the docks and the long trip is thru
There's
pub and there's clubs and there's lassies there too
Where the
girls are all pretty and beer it is free
And there's
bottles of rum growing from every tree
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Now I don't want a harp or 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 to sing us a song
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