{"id":657,"date":"2013-07-31T11:26:29","date_gmt":"2013-07-31T15:26:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/?page_id=657"},"modified":"2018-02-26T10:02:24","modified_gmt":"2018-02-26T14:02:24","slug":"fiddlers-green","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/?page_id=657","title":{"rendered":"Fiddler’s Green"},"content":{"rendered":"

Written in 1966 by John Connolly of Grimsby, Lincolnshire, England; Fiddler\u2019s Green is a sailor\u2019s version of Elysium<\/a>, or utopian afterlife.<\/p>\n

Jos. Morneault<\/p>\n

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As I roved by the dockside on evening so rare
\nTo view the still waters and take the salt air
\nI heard an old fisherman singing this song
\nO take me away boys my time is not long<\/p>\n

Chorus:
\nDress me up in me oilskin and jumper
\nNo more on the docks I’ll be seen
\nJust tell me old shipmates
\nI’m taking a trip, mates
\nAnd I’ll see them someday in Fiddler’s Green
\n<\/i><\/b>
\nNow Fiddler’s Green is a place I’ve heard tell
\nWhere fishermen go when they don’t go to Hell
\nWhere the weather is fair and the dolphins do play
\nAnd the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away<\/p>\n

The sky’s always clear and there’s never a gale
\nAnd the fish jump on board with a flip of their tail
\nYou can lie at your leisure, there’s no work to do
\nAnd the skipper’s below making tea for the crew<\/p>\n

And when you’re in dock and the long trip is thru
\nThere’s pubs and there’s clubs, and there’s lassies there too
\nNow the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
\nAnd there’s bottles of rum hanging from every tree<\/p>\n

I don’t want a harp or a halo, not me
\nJust give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
\nAnd I’ll play me old squeeze box as we sail along
\nWhen the wind’s in the rigging to sing me this song<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Written in 1966 by John Connolly of Grimsby, Lincolnshire, England; Fiddler\u2019s Green is a sailor\u2019s version of Elysium, or utopian afterlife. Jos. Morneault   As I roved by the dockside on evening so rare To view the still waters and take the salt air I heard an old fisherman singing this song O take me […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":21,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-657","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/657","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=657"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/657\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4847,"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/657\/revisions\/4847"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/21"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=657"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}