Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
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Fiddlers Green CAPO none
GEm As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair AmAm7D7 To view the salt water and take the sea air CGBm I heard an old fisherman singing a song AmCD7 Won't you take me away boys my time is not long
GDG CHORUS: Wrap me up in me oilskins and jumper CGD no more on the docks I'll be seen CGBm Just tell me old ship mates I'm taking a trip mates AmD7G And I'll see you someday in Fiddlers Green
Now Fiddlers Green is a place I hear tell Where fishermen go if they don't go to hell Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away
CHO:
When you get to the docks and the long trip is thru There's pub and there's clubs and there's lassies there too Where the girls are all pretty and beer it is free And there's bottles of rum growing from every tree
CHO:
Now I don't want a harp or 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 us a song