Musique : John Connely
Paroles : John Connely

Quelques éléments de compréhension :

Fiddler's Green est la terre heureuse imaginée par des marins. Un endroit où il y a de la gaieté perpétuelle, un violon qui ne cesse jamais de jouer et des danseurs qui ne fatiguent jamais.

Ce paradis des marins est une vielle légende irlandaise. Elle raconte l'histoire d'un marin qui chemine un aviron sur l'épaule. Ce pauvre marin errera jusqu'à ce qu'il trouve un endroit où les gens lui demandent ce qu'il porte.

Les paroles :

As I roved by the dockside one evening so fair
To view the salt waters and take in the salt air
I heard an old fisherman singing a song
Oh, take me away boys me time is not long

Wrap me up in my oil skin and jumper
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates
and I'll see you someday on Fiddlers Green

Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell
where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell
where the weather is fair and the dolphins do play
and the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away

Now when you're in dock and the long trip is through
There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too
And the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum growing on every tree.

Where the skies are all clear and there's never a Gail
and the fish jump on board with one swish on their tail
Where you lie at your leisure, there's no work to do
And the skipper's below making tea for the crew

Now I don't 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 to sing me a song