РозыгрышТекст песни: Irish Rovers - Fiddler`s Green
As I walked by the dockside one evening so rare
To view the still waters and take the salt air
I heard an old fisherman singing this song,
Oh take me away boys, me time is not long
(chorus): Lock me up in me oilskins and jumper
No more on the docks Ill be seen
Just tell me old shipmates Im takin a trip mates
Ill see you someday in Fiddlers Green
Oh in Fiddlers Green is a place Ive heard tell
Where sailormen go if they dont go to hell
Where the weather is fair and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far far away
(chorus)
Where the skies are all clear and there`s never a gale
And the fish jump on board with a swish of their tails
Where you lie at your leisure - there`s no work to do
And the skipper`s below making tea for the crew
(chorus)
Oh and when you are docked and the long trip is through
Theres pubs and theres clubs and theres lassies there too
Where the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And theres bottles of rum growin off every tree
(chorus)
Oh I dont want a harp nor a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rollin sea
And Ill play me auld squeezebox as we sail along
With the wind in the riggin to sing me this song
(chorus)
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As I walked by the dockside one evening so rare
To view the still waters and take the salt air
I heard an old fisherman singing this song,
Oh take me away boys, me time is not long
(chorus): Lock me up in me oilskins and jumper
No more on the docks Ill be seen
Just tell me old shipmates Im takin a trip mates
Ill see you someday in Fiddlers Green
Oh in Fiddlers Green is a place Ive heard tell
Where sailormen go if they dont go to hell
Where the weather is fair and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far far away
(chorus)
Where the skies are all clear and there`s never a gale
And the fish jump on board with a swish of their tails
Where you lie at your leisure - there`s no work to do
And the skipper`s below making tea for the crew
(chorus)
Oh and when you are docked and the long trip is through
Theres pubs and theres clubs and theres lassies there too
Where the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And theres bottles of rum growin off every tree
(chorus)
Oh I dont want a harp nor a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rollin sea
And Ill play me auld squeezebox as we sail along
With the wind in the riggin to sing me this song
(chorus)
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