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The Legend
of Fiddlers Green.
They say that an
old salt who is tired of seagoing should walk
inland with an oar over his shoulder. When he
comes to a pretty little village deep in the country
and the people ask him what he is carrying...he
will know that he's found Fiddlers Green. The
people give him a seat in the sun outside the
Village Inn with a glass of grog that refills
itself every time he drains the last drop and
a pipe forever smoking with fragrant tobacco.
From then onwards he has nothing to do but enjoy
his glass and pipe and watch the maidens dancing
to the music of a fiddle on Fiddlers Green.
an Old English Legend |
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this is an olde Irish sea chanty "fiddler's
green" about a seaman whose dying at sea and
is saying good bye to his mates before at sea burial.
Chorus
"Wrap me up in my oil skin and blanket,
No more 'round the docks, I'll be seen,
Just tell me olde shipmates,
I'm takin a trip mates,
and I'll see ya some day in Fiddler's Green"
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Fiddler's Green Song - click to play |
