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From: Wes Jester

Subject: /IRISH/Fiddlers_Green.crd

To: jamesb@animal-farm.nevada.edu

Date: Thu, 24 Jun 93 13:34:45 EDT

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                                    Fiddlers Green

                                                 CAPO  none

          G                                          Em

          As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair

                                                  Am Am7 D7

          To view the salt water and take the sea air

            C                      G         Bm    

          I heard an old fisherman singing a song

                    Am                   C           D7

          Won't you take me away boys my time is not long

                            G        D            G

          CHORUS:   Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumper

                       C           G             D

                    no more on the docks I'll be seen

                         C                          G        Bm

                    Just tell me old ship mates I'm taking a trip mates

                        Am           D7                  G

                    And I'll see you someday in Fiddlers Green

          Now Fiddlers 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

          CHO:

          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

          CHO:

          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

          CHO:

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