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   From: dalton@nfld.com   
      
   On Jan 26, 2022, David Dalton wrote   
   (in article<0001HW.27A11CBA000B7AE070000278B38F@news.eternal-september.org>):   
      
   > Fiddler’sGreen   
      
   Oops, my newsreader Hogwasher ate a space there:   
      
   Fiddler’s Green   
      
   As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair   
   To view the salt waters and take in the salt air   
   I heard an old fisherman singing a song   
   Oh, take me away boys me time is not long   
      
   Wrap me up in me oilskin and Jumber   
   No more on the docks I'll be seen   
   Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates   
   And I'll see you someday on Fiddlers Green   
      
   Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell   
   Where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell   
   Where the sky is all clear and the dolphins do play   
   And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away   
      
   Wrap me up in me oilskin and Jumber   
   No more on the docks I'll be seen   
   Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates   
   And I'll see you someday on Fiddlers Green   
      
   Where the skies are all clear and there's never a gale   
   And the fish jump on board with one swish on their tail   
   Where you lie at your leisure, there's no work to do   
   And the skipper's below making tea for the crew   
      
   Wrap me up in me oilskin and Jumber   
   No more on the docks I'll be seen   
   Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates   
   And I'll see you someday on Fiddlers Green   
      
   When you get by on dock and the long trip is through   
   There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too   
   Oh where the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free   
   And there's bottles of rum growing on every tree   
      
   Wrap me up in me oilskin and Jumber   
   No more on the docks I'll be seen   
   Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates   
   And I'll see you someday on Fiddlers Green   
      
   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 riggin to sing me a song   
      
   Wrap me up in me oilskin and Jumber   
   No more on the docks I'll be seen   
   Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates   
   And I'll see you someday on Fiddlers Green   
      
   A version by The Dubliners is at   
   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6bMCrLkCUds   
      
   --   
   David Dalton dalton@nfld.com https://www.nfld.com/~dalton (home page)   
   https://www.nfld.com/~dalton/dtales.html Salmon on the Thorns (mystic page)   
   “‘And if I shed a tear I won’t cage it/I won’t fear love   
   And if I feel a rage I won’t deny it/I won’t fear love" (Sarah McLachlan)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)