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| As I wa | lked by the do | ckside one ev | ening so fa | ir, |
| C | F | C | G | |
| to vi | ew the salt w | aters and t | ake the salt a | ir, |
| F | C | |
| I hea | rd an old fisherman sin | ging a song, |
| G | C | G | |
| 'Oh take me aw | ay boys, me t | ime is not lo | ng'. |
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| C | G | C | |
| Wrap me | up in me oi | lskins and j | umpers, |
| F | C | G | |
| no m | ore on the d | ocks I'll be s | een. |
| F | C | |
| Just t | ell me old shipmates, I'm ta | king a trip, mates, |
| G | G7 | C | |
| and I | 'll see you some day on F | iddler's Gr | een. |
| C | F | C | Am | |
| Now F | iddler's Gr | een is a pl | ace I've heard t | ell, |
| C | F | C | G | |
| where the fi | shermen go | if they do | n't go to he | ll. |
| F | C | |
| Where the sk | ies are all clear and the dol | phins do play, |
| G | C | G | |
| and the cold coast of Gre | enland is far, | far a | way. |
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| C | F | C | Am | |
| Where the ski | es are all cl | ear and there's ne | ver a g | ale, |
| C | F | C | G | |
| and the f | ish jump on b | oard with one s | wish of their t | ail. |
| F | C | |
| Where you l | ie at your leisure, there's | no work to do, |
| G | C | G | |
| and the skipper's bel | ow making t | ea for the cr | ew. |
| CHORUS |
| C | F | C | Am | |
| When you g | et back on d | ocks and the lo | ng trip is thr | ough, |
| C | F | C | G | |
| there's | pubs and there's cl | ubs and there's la | ssies there, to | o. |
| F | C | |
| Where the g | irls are all pretty and the be | er it is free, |
| G | C | G | |
| and there's bottles of r | um growing f | rom every t | ree. |
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| C | F | C | Am | |
| Now I d | on't want a h | arp nor a h | alo, not m | e, |
| C | F | C | G | |
| just | give me a bre | eze on a go | od rolling s | ea. |
| F | C | |
| I'll | play me old squeezebox as w | e sail along, |
| G | C | G | |
| with the wind in the | rigging to s | ing me a s | ong. |
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