The Crawl - Lyrics - Fiddler's Green

Fiddler's Green is a legendary supposed afterlife, where there is perpetual mirth, a fiddle that never stops playing, and dancers who never tire. Its origins are obscure, although some point to the Greek myth of the Elysian Fields as a potential inspiration.

Chorus: Well we're good old boys, we come from the Northern Shore Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen And this night by God! We drank ‘til there was no more From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between. But it all began one afternoon on the shores of Ambleside We were sittin' there quite peacefully with the rising of the tide When an idea it came to mind for to usher in the fall So we all agreed next Friday night we'd go out on the crawl Chorus We planned to have a gay old time, the cash we did not spare So We left all the cars at home and paid the taxi fare I got out to Horseshoe Bay a little after five From a table in the corner I heard familiar voices rise Chorus Spirits they ran high that night old stories we did share Of the days when we were younger men and never had a care The beer flowed like a river and we drank the keg near dry So we drained down all our glasses and were thirsty bye and bye Chorus Park Royal Hotel, The Rusty Gull, Square-Rigger and Queens Cross We'd started out with eight good boys but half had gotten lost For you'll never keep the lads together when their eyes began to rove So there was just the three of us that made it to Deep Cove Chorus We arrived out at The Raven just in time for the last call The final destination of this the first annual crawl We dug deep into our pockets there was no money to be found Nine miles home and for walking we are bound