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Fiddler’s Green has become such a standard on the folk circuit across the world that many people mistakenly regard it as a traditional song. It is in fact relatively new. It was written in 1966 by singer and songwriter John Conolly from Grimsby in Lincolnshire in England. Conolly was steeped in the folk tradition and was proud of the fact that he had written a song with such an authentic feel that people thought it was hundreds of years old.

The newly written Fiddler’s Green was picked up in 1968 by Tim Hart and Maddy Prior, two of the leading lights in the folk world at that time. They recorded it on their album, Folk Songs of Olde England.

    Fiddler's Green

    by trad
    As I [D] walked by the dockside one evening so [Bm] fair
    to [D] view the salt water and take the sea [A7] air
    I [G] heard an old fisherman [D] singing a [F#m] song
    Saying [D] “Take me [G] home boys, me [D] time is not [A7] long!”

    ( Chorus
    Wrap me [D] up in my [A7] oil skins and [D] jumpers
    No [G] more on the [D] docks I’ll be [A7] seen
    Just [G] tell me old shipmates I’m [D] taking a trip, mates
    and [A7] I’ll see you some day in Fiddler’s [D] Green )

    Now Fiddler’s Green is a place I hear tell
    where fishermen go when they don’t go to hell
    The skies are all clear and the dolphins do play
    While the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away.


    When you ‘rrive on the docks and the long trip is through
    sure theres pubs and there’s clubs and theres lassies there too
    The girls are all pretty and the beer it is free
    and there’s bottles of rum hanging from every tree.


    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 me a song.