| 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. |
|
| 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. |