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FIDDLER'S GREEN:
Fiddler's Green The mythical Elysium waiting for sailors when they have topped their booms and gone to their rest. Populated by countless willing ladies, equipped with rum casks that never empty, and always a fair wind and flying fish weather.
The Legend of Fiddlers Green.
"They say that an old salt who is tired of seagoing should walk inland with an oar over his shoulder. When he comes to a pretty little village deep in the country and the people ask him what he is carrying...he will know that he's found Fiddlers Green. The people give him a seat in the sun outside the Village Inn with a glass of grog that refills itself every time he drains the last drop and a pipe forever smoking with fragrant tobacco. From then onwards he has nothing to do but enjoy his glass and pipe and watch the maidens dancing to the music of a fiddle on Fiddlers Green."
In this song a dying fisherman tries to imagine Fishermen's Heaven or Fiddler's Green.
The term Fiddler's Green originates from an old English legend that said that if a sailor had become tired of living he had to walk land inwards with an oar over his shoulder until he arrive in a nice and peaceful village. The villagers will ask him what he is carrying and they give him a stool outside the village inn where he can enjoy his pint and pipe while sharing memories with other sea dogs and watching the music and dancing maidens on Fiddler's Green.
The first citation of the phrase Fiddler's Green dates back to 1825, but it is believed that it has been in use for much longer. In the 1920's Fiddler's Green appeared in a poem associated with the 6th and 7th U.S. Cavalry in which many Irish served. Again it is believed that this poem, sometimes referred to as prayer, originates from an earlier date. It is unknown whether the Irish troopers brought the phrase to the Unites States or borrowed it from the already present English.
Whatever the case may be, referring to the success of this song, which was written by the Irish singer and songwriter John Connolly in the 1960's, and the countless pubs and inns bearing the name Fiddler's Green, the phrase caught on in Ireland.
A last maybe surprising note is that the phrase Fiddler's Green has no relation with violinists whatsoever, but is derived from fiddling or more specific a fid, which is a tool used to split ropes better known as marlinespike.
FIDDLER'S GREEN
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
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
Title:
Fiddler's Green
Recorded by:
1916,
Ronnie Carthy,
The Dubliners,
The Freemen,
The New Barleycorn,
Donal O'Shaughnessy,
Patsy Watchhorn
and
The Wolfe Tones
All song rights and copyrights belong to the respective authors and / or composers and this material might be copyrighted. Reproduced here in tribute and request your permission to continue in remembrance to use this work in the name of all ancient mariners and those that have crossed the bar. please inform me personally if your rights are violated and I would hasten the removal of any offending material. Yet again request your full approval for this worthy cause.
"Cloughmore, known locally as "The Big Stone", (Irish: An Chloch Mhór, the big stone), is a huge granite boulder found about 1,000 feet above the village of Rostrevor, County Down, Northern Ireland, on a relatively flat area on the side of Slieve Martin (or Slieve Meen) mountain, known as Fiddler's Green." Aha!
Cloughmore is in County Down in the north of Ireland, where the Ulster Scots lived. So here perhaps is the source of the name for the cabin and for the legend of "Fiddler's Green"-- a green Irish mountain in the County Down, by the side of the lough. A place for sailors to finally rest, where they can see the water and remember their seafaring days.
So, apparently, Fiddler's Green is a celtic myth regarding where old sailors go when they don't die at sea after a long life, if instead they die in bed and on land of old age ... Their ghosts wander inland and settle in at the first pastoral village they encounter, the mythical "Fiddler's Green. Given an endless cup of booze, they drink and watch the locals dance to the fiddle (according to the legend anyway).
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3hVolbl59sE&feature=related
Fiddler's Green The mythical Elysium waiting for sailors when they have topped their booms and gone to their rest. Populated by countless willing ladies, equipped with rum casks that never empty, and always a fair wind and flying fish weather.
The Legend of Fiddlers Green.
"They say that an old salt who is tired of seagoing should walk inland with an oar over his shoulder. When he comes to a pretty little village deep in the country and the people ask him what he is carrying...he will know that he's found Fiddlers Green. The people give him a seat in the sun outside the Village Inn with a glass of grog that refills itself every time he drains the last drop and a pipe forever smoking with fragrant tobacco. From then onwards he has nothing to do but enjoy his glass and pipe and watch the maidens dancing to the music of a fiddle on Fiddlers Green."
In this song a dying fisherman tries to imagine Fishermen's Heaven or Fiddler's Green.
The term Fiddler's Green originates from an old English legend that said that if a sailor had become tired of living he had to walk land inwards with an oar over his shoulder until he arrive in a nice and peaceful village. The villagers will ask him what he is carrying and they give him a stool outside the village inn where he can enjoy his pint and pipe while sharing memories with other sea dogs and watching the music and dancing maidens on Fiddler's Green.
The first citation of the phrase Fiddler's Green dates back to 1825, but it is believed that it has been in use for much longer. In the 1920's Fiddler's Green appeared in a poem associated with the 6th and 7th U.S. Cavalry in which many Irish served. Again it is believed that this poem, sometimes referred to as prayer, originates from an earlier date. It is unknown whether the Irish troopers brought the phrase to the Unites States or borrowed it from the already present English.
Whatever the case may be, referring to the success of this song, which was written by the Irish singer and songwriter John Connolly in the 1960's, and the countless pubs and inns bearing the name Fiddler's Green, the phrase caught on in Ireland.
A last maybe surprising note is that the phrase Fiddler's Green has no relation with violinists whatsoever, but is derived from fiddling or more specific a fid, which is a tool used to split ropes better known as marlinespike.
FIDDLER'S GREEN
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
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
Title:
Fiddler's Green
Recorded by:
1916,
Ronnie Carthy,
The Dubliners,
The Freemen,
The New Barleycorn,
Donal O'Shaughnessy,
Patsy Watchhorn
and
The Wolfe Tones
All song rights and copyrights belong to the respective authors and / or composers and this material might be copyrighted. Reproduced here in tribute and request your permission to continue in remembrance to use this work in the name of all ancient mariners and those that have crossed the bar. please inform me personally if your rights are violated and I would hasten the removal of any offending material. Yet again request your full approval for this worthy cause.
"Cloughmore, known locally as "The Big Stone", (Irish: An Chloch Mhór, the big stone), is a huge granite boulder found about 1,000 feet above the village of Rostrevor, County Down, Northern Ireland, on a relatively flat area on the side of Slieve Martin (or Slieve Meen) mountain, known as Fiddler's Green." Aha!
Cloughmore is in County Down in the north of Ireland, where the Ulster Scots lived. So here perhaps is the source of the name for the cabin and for the legend of "Fiddler's Green"-- a green Irish mountain in the County Down, by the side of the lough. A place for sailors to finally rest, where they can see the water and remember their seafaring days.
So, apparently, Fiddler's Green is a celtic myth regarding where old sailors go when they don't die at sea after a long life, if instead they die in bed and on land of old age ... Their ghosts wander inland and settle in at the first pastoral village they encounter, the mythical "Fiddler's Green. Given an endless cup of booze, they drink and watch the locals dance to the fiddle (according to the legend anyway).
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3hVolbl59sE&feature=related