Chords for Fiddler's Green
Tempo:
73.95 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
F#m
F#
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F#m] As I stroll by the dockside one morning so fair,
To take the salt water and breathe the sea air,
I [E] spy an old fisherman singing this song,
Help me now [F#m] boys for [B] my time isn't long,
Dress [A] me up in me oil skins and jumper,
No [G#m] more by the docks I'll be [B] seen,
[A] Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates,
[B] And I'll see you someday in Fiddler's [E] Green.
[F#] Now Fiddler's Green is a place I hear tell,
Where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell,
Where the sun always shines and the dolphins do [E] play,
And the cold [F#m] coast of [B] Greenland is far far away,
Dress me up in me oil skins and jumper,
No more by the docks I'll be seen,
[C#m] Just tell [Em] me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip [B] mates,
And I'll see you someday in [E] Fiddler's Green.
Where the weather is clear and there's never a gale,
And the fish jump on board with a flip [F#m] of their tail,
You lie on the decks and [E] there's no work to do,
And the captains below [B] making tea for the crew,
[E] Dress me up in me oil skins and jumper,
[B] No more by the docks I'll be seen,
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates,
[F#m] And I'll see you someday in [E] Fiddler's Green.
When you put in to port and the long day is through,
[F#] There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too,
The girls are all [Em] pretty and the beer is all free,
[B] And there's bottles of rum lying under each tree,
Dress me up in me oil skins and jumper,
No more by the docks I'll be [C#m] seen,
Just tell me old shipmates, [B] I'm taking a trip mates,
And I'll see you someday in [E] Fiddler's Green.
Now I don't want a harp, not a halo, not me,
Just give me a deck and the free rolling sea,
The wind in the rigging will sing me a song,
[B] And I'll play my old squeeze box as we roll along,
Dress me up in me [E] oil skins and jumper,
No more by the [B] docks I'll be seen,
[C#m] Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip [B] mates,
And I'll see you someday in [F#m] [B] Fiddler's Green.
[C#] Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates,
[F#] [E] And I'll see you someday in [F#] Fiddler's [E] Green.
[N]
To take the salt water and breathe the sea air,
I [E] spy an old fisherman singing this song,
Help me now [F#m] boys for [B] my time isn't long,
Dress [A] me up in me oil skins and jumper,
No [G#m] more by the docks I'll be [B] seen,
[A] Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates,
[B] And I'll see you someday in Fiddler's [E] Green.
[F#] Now Fiddler's Green is a place I hear tell,
Where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell,
Where the sun always shines and the dolphins do [E] play,
And the cold [F#m] coast of [B] Greenland is far far away,
Dress me up in me oil skins and jumper,
No more by the docks I'll be seen,
[C#m] Just tell [Em] me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip [B] mates,
And I'll see you someday in [E] Fiddler's Green.
Where the weather is clear and there's never a gale,
And the fish jump on board with a flip [F#m] of their tail,
You lie on the decks and [E] there's no work to do,
And the captains below [B] making tea for the crew,
[E] Dress me up in me oil skins and jumper,
[B] No more by the docks I'll be seen,
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates,
[F#m] And I'll see you someday in [E] Fiddler's Green.
When you put in to port and the long day is through,
[F#] There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too,
The girls are all [Em] pretty and the beer is all free,
[B] And there's bottles of rum lying under each tree,
Dress me up in me oil skins and jumper,
No more by the docks I'll be [C#m] seen,
Just tell me old shipmates, [B] I'm taking a trip mates,
And I'll see you someday in [E] Fiddler's Green.
Now I don't want a harp, not a halo, not me,
Just give me a deck and the free rolling sea,
The wind in the rigging will sing me a song,
[B] And I'll play my old squeeze box as we roll along,
Dress me up in me [E] oil skins and jumper,
No more by the [B] docks I'll be seen,
[C#m] Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip [B] mates,
And I'll see you someday in [F#m] [B] Fiddler's Green.
[C#] Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates,
[F#] [E] And I'll see you someday in [F#] Fiddler's [E] Green.
[N]
Key:
B
E
F#m
F#
C#m
B
E
F#m
[F#m] As I stroll by the dockside one morning so fair,
To take the salt water and breathe the sea air,
I [E] spy an old fisherman singing this song,
Help me now [F#m] boys for [B] my time isn't long,
Dress [A] me up in me oil skins and jumper,
No [G#m] more by the docks I'll be [B] seen,
[A] Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates,
[B] And I'll see you someday in Fiddler's [E] Green.
[F#] Now Fiddler's Green is a place I hear tell,
Where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell,
Where the sun always shines and the dolphins do [E] play,
And the cold [F#m] coast of [B] Greenland is far far away,
_ Dress me up in me oil skins and jumper,
No more by the docks I'll be seen,
[C#m] Just tell [Em] me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip [B] mates,
And I'll see you someday in [E] Fiddler's Green.
Where the weather is clear and there's never a gale,
And the fish jump on board with a flip [F#m] of their tail,
You lie on the decks and [E] there's no work to do,
And the captains below [B] making tea for the crew,
[E] Dress me up in me oil skins and jumper,
[B] No more by the docks I'll be seen,
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates,
[F#m] And I'll see you someday in [E] Fiddler's Green.
When you put in to port and the long day is through,
[F#] There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too,
The girls are all [Em] pretty and the beer is all free,
[B] And there's bottles of rum lying under each tree,
Dress me up in me oil skins and jumper,
No more by the docks I'll be [C#m] seen,
Just tell me old shipmates, [B] I'm taking a trip mates,
And I'll see you someday in [E] Fiddler's Green.
Now I don't want a harp, not a halo, not me,
Just give me a deck and the free rolling sea,
The wind in the rigging will sing me a song,
[B] And I'll play my old squeeze box as we roll along,
Dress me up in me [E] oil skins and jumper,
No more by the [B] docks I'll be seen,
[C#m] Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip [B] mates,
And I'll see you someday in [F#m] [B] Fiddler's Green.
[C#] Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates,
[F#] [E] And I'll see you someday in [F#] Fiddler's [E] Green.
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To take the salt water and breathe the sea air,
I [E] spy an old fisherman singing this song,
Help me now [F#m] boys for [B] my time isn't long,
Dress [A] me up in me oil skins and jumper,
No [G#m] more by the docks I'll be [B] seen,
[A] Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates,
[B] And I'll see you someday in Fiddler's [E] Green.
[F#] Now Fiddler's Green is a place I hear tell,
Where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell,
Where the sun always shines and the dolphins do [E] play,
And the cold [F#m] coast of [B] Greenland is far far away,
_ Dress me up in me oil skins and jumper,
No more by the docks I'll be seen,
[C#m] Just tell [Em] me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip [B] mates,
And I'll see you someday in [E] Fiddler's Green.
Where the weather is clear and there's never a gale,
And the fish jump on board with a flip [F#m] of their tail,
You lie on the decks and [E] there's no work to do,
And the captains below [B] making tea for the crew,
[E] Dress me up in me oil skins and jumper,
[B] No more by the docks I'll be seen,
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates,
[F#m] And I'll see you someday in [E] Fiddler's Green.
When you put in to port and the long day is through,
[F#] There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too,
The girls are all [Em] pretty and the beer is all free,
[B] And there's bottles of rum lying under each tree,
Dress me up in me oil skins and jumper,
No more by the docks I'll be [C#m] seen,
Just tell me old shipmates, [B] I'm taking a trip mates,
And I'll see you someday in [E] Fiddler's Green.
Now I don't want a harp, not a halo, not me,
Just give me a deck and the free rolling sea,
The wind in the rigging will sing me a song,
[B] And I'll play my old squeeze box as we roll along,
Dress me up in me [E] oil skins and jumper,
No more by the [B] docks I'll be seen,
[C#m] Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip [B] mates,
And I'll see you someday in [F#m] [B] Fiddler's Green.
[C#] Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates,
[F#] [E] And I'll see you someday in [F#] Fiddler's [E] Green.
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