Thursday, November 10, 2016

Musical Interlude of the day

As I roved by the dockside one evening so fairTo view the salt waters and take in the salt airI heard an old fisherman singing a songOh, take me away boys me time is not long
Chorus:Wrap me up in me oilskin and blanketsNo more on the docks I'll be seenJust tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip matesAnd I'll see you someday on Fiddlers Green
Now Fiddler'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 away
Now when you're in dock and the long trip is throughThere's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there tooAnd the girls are all pretty and the beer is all freeAnd there's bottles of rum growing on every tree.
Where the skies are all clear and there's never a galeAnd the fish jump on board with one swish on their tailWhere you lie at your leisure, there's no work to doAnd the skipper's below making tea for the crew
Now I don't want a harp nor a halo, not meJust give me a breeze and a good rolling seaI'll play me old squeeze-box as we sail alongWith the wind in the riggin to sing me a song

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