Fiddlers Green And Your Questions

Herschel Lawhorn answers:

Don’t just my answer my questions with one letter to get points.
And just google it

Herschel Lawhorn answers:

It’s all good at Fiddlers Green even the lawn.

Last time I went there was a bottle fight, but no worries, it was plastic bottles, empty pizza boxes and chunks of grass

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B9jL9KYQ478

Herschel Lawhorn answers:

Bad sailors went to Davy Jones’ locker, but good ones went to Fiddler’s Green, a kind of underwater paradise where the merpeople lived.

This song tells the story better than I can.

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

(refrain)
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

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.

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

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

(from Brobdingnagnian Bards)