| i | Please tell crew and captain, | 
| i | that I'm on my way. | 
| i | We see us back again | 
| i | in Fiddler's Green. | 
| I once walked along the quay | 
| just behind the weir. | 
| The wind was blowing hard, | 
| full of salt and of sea. | 
| I met our boatswain, | 
| he complained about his suffering: | 
| Come on, take me home, | 
| I don't have much time left. | 
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| In Fiddler's Green, | 
| it's still said today, | 
| sailors gather here | 
| wich the devil scares away. | 
| The sky is perfect, | 
| dolphins in sight, | 
| the water is blue | 
| and there are no storms. | 
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| The journey is long, | 
| but when you get there, | 
| there are plenty of taverns | 
| and women, oh man! | 
| The beer is free, | 
| the food is a dream | 
| and bottles of rum | 
| grow on every tree. | 
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| o | Please tell crew and captain, | 
| o | that I'm on my way. | 
| o | We see us back again | 
| o | in Fiddler's Green. | 
| Fiddler's Green - Im 19. Jahrhundert ein in Irland oft besungenes Paradies für Segler, die mehr als 50 Jahre auf See verbracht haben. |