Tipo de gaita: Diatônica
Tom: qualquer

 Fiddler's Green
(John Connolly)
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Oh  Fid-dlers  green  is  a  place  I've  heard 
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 tell
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Where  fish-er-men  go  If  they  don't  go  to 
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 hell  
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Where  the  weath-er  is  fair  and  the 
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 dol-phins  do  play
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And  the  cold  coast  of  Green-land  is  far
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  far  a-way
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Dress  me  up  in  my  oil-skins  and  jum-per
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No  more  on  the  docks  I'll  be  seen
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Just  tell  me  old  ship-mates  
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I'm  tak-ing  a  trip  mates
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And  I'll  see  you  some-day  on  Fid-  dlers
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  Green


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 away boys my time is not long

     Dress me up in me oilskin and jumper
     No more on the docks I'll be seen
     Just tell me old shipmates
     I'm taking a trip, mates
     And  I'll see them someday in Fiddler's Green

Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell
Where fishermen go when 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

The sky's always clear and there's never a gale
And the fish jump on board with a flip of their tail
You can lie at your leisure, there's no work to do
And the skipper's below making tea for the crew

And when you're in dock and the long trip is thru
There's pubs and there's clubs, and there's lassies there too
Now the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum hanging from every tree

I don't want a harp or a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
And I'll play me old squeeze box as we sail along
When the wind's in the rigging to sing me this song.