Probably not appropriate, but it is one of my favourite songs that I like to hum to myself while strolling around the Bristol Docks, and I would hope some of the words would apply to a fantastic mate.

As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair.

To view the salt water and taste the salt air.

I heard an old fisherman singing a song

Oh take me away boys me time is not long.

Chorus

Wrap me up in my oil skins and jumper

no more? on the docks ill be seen

Just tell me old shipmates, I’m taking a trip mates

And I’ll see you someday on Fiddler’s Green.

Oh now fiddlers green is a place I’ve heard tell

Where the fishermen go if they don’t go to hell

Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play

and the cold calls of greenland are far, far away.

Chorus

Wrap me up in my oil skins and jumper

no more? on the docks ill be seen

Just tell me old shipmates. I’m taking a trip mates

And I’ll see you someday on Fiddler’s Green

When the skies are all clear and there’s never a gale

and the fish jump on board with one swish of their tale

Where you lie at your leisure there’s no work to do

and the skipper is below making tae for the crew

Chorus

Wrap me up in my oil skins and jumper

no more? on the docks ill be seen

Just tell me old shipmates, I’m? taking a trip mates

And I’ll see you someday on Fiddler’s Green

Now when you get back on docks and the long trip is clear

There’s pub’s and there’s lasses there to,

where the girls are all pity and the beer it is free

and there’s bottles of rum blowing from every tree

Chorus

Wrap me up in my oil skins and jumper

no more? on the docks ill be seen

Just tell me old shipmates, I’m? taking a trip mates

And I’ll see you someday on Fiddler’s 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 rigging to play me a song.

Chorus

Wrap me up in my oil skins and jumper

no more? on the docks ill be seen

Just tell me old shipmates, I’m? taking a trip mates

And I’ll see you someday on Fiddler’s Green