Fiddler's Green


words and music John Conolly

As I roved 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
Ch.: Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets
      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 weather is fair and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away
    
Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets
        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 when you're in dock and the long trip is through
There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too
And 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 blankets
        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 gail
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 blankets
        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 blankets
        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
Hans Einar, som er en usedvanlig sindig og fornuftig person, med stor sans for alt som er godt og vakkert her i livet, valgte å ta innsjekkingen med stoisk ro.
Og, hadde det ikke vært for at jeg har et forhold til Herman Wildenvey, hadde jeg neppe oppfanget hva min venn mumlet for seg selv der; tilbaketrukket mot veggen med armene tett om jakka, som skulle det være selveste Eva han holdt inntil seg.
"Eva"
Jeg så deg på stranden i dag i en drakt,
som Eva en gang skal ha båret.
Jeg tror ikke meget på Evas prakt;
jeg tror hun var formløs og håret.
Men du hadde linjer og ordentlig hår,
dog ingen beskrivelse kjære!
Det var som om lengsler i tusner av år,
hadde sagt at slik skal det være.

In Dublin's fair city,
where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone.
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow.
through streets broad and narrow, ...
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Dublin In The Rare Old Times  


Raised on songs and stories, heroes of renown,
The passing tales and glories, that once was Dublin town,
The hallowed halls and houses, the haunting children's rhymes,
That once was Dublin city, in the Rare Oul Times.

Ch.:  Ring a ring a rosie, as the lights declines,
         I remember Dublin city in the rare oul times.

My name it is Sean Dempsey as Dublin as could be
Born hard and late in Pimlico in a house that ceased to be
My trade I was a cooper, lost out to redundancy
Like my house that fell to progress my trade's a memory

       Ring a ring a rosie as the lights declines,
        I remember Dublin city in the rare oul times.


And I courted Peggy Dignan, as pretty as you please,
A rogue and child of Mary, from the rebel liberties,
I lost her to a student chap, with skin as black as coal,
When he took her off to Birmingham, she took away my soul. 

      Ring a ring a rosie as the lights declines,
      I remember Dublin city in the rare oul times.


The years have made me bitter, the gargle dims me brain
'Cause Dublin keeps on changing and nothing seems the same.
The Pillar and the Met have gone, the Royal long since pulled down
As the grey unyielding concrete makes a city of my Town.

       Ring a ring a rosie as the lights declines,
       I remember Dublin city in the rare oul times.


Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey, I can no longer stay,
And watch the new glass cages, that spring up along the quay,
My mind's too full of memories, to old to hear new chimes,
I'm a part of what was Dublin, in the Rare Oul Times.

        Ring a ring a rosie as the lights declines,
        I remember Dublin city in the rare oul times.
Her er et par herlige irske viser som vi med fordel bør lære oss før neste besøk. Med litt hell kan vi synge oss til en runde med Guinness, med mindre vi blir kastet på hue og ræva ut! :-)
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