The lyrics were written by John Conolly about the mythical sailors’ heaven where the girls are all pretty, the beer is free and there’s bottles of rum growing on every tree. The lyrics given here are as performed by John Conolly.
The chords to Fiddler’s Green are presented here in the key D Major. Barney McKenna sang the song in F. Place a capo on the third fret to play the song in F using these chord shapes. Use our chord converter to play the song in other keys.
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Now Fiddlers Green is a place I’ve heard tell
Where 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 the sky’s always clear and there’s never a gale
And the fish jump on board with a flick of their tails
You can lie at your leisure, there’s no work to do
And the skipper’s below making tea for the crew.
When you’re in dock and the long trip is through
There’s pubs and there’s clubs and lassies there too
Now the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And there’s bottles of rum growing on every tree.
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 this song.
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Chorus
Now Fiddlers Green is a place I’ve heard tell
Where 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 the sky’s always clear and there’s never a gale
And the fish jump on board with a flick of their tails
You can lie at your leisure, there’s no work to do
And the skipper’s below making tea for the crew.
When you’re in dock and the long trip is through
There’s pubs and there’s clubs and lassies there too
Now the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And there’s bottles of rum growing on every tree.
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 this song.
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