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FIDDLER’S GREEN: The imaginary happy land where sailors go when they die and where there is perpetual mirth, music, ale and tobacco and where the shanty-man’s fiddle never stops playing:
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 sailorman 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
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Marina, a belated but most sincere thank you for telling us in such a beautiful way of the love between you and your husband Gerald. Nobody knows how many; and there would be thousands, have been emotionally uplifted by the strength of your message and of the grief expressed therein. Gerald will be so proud of you. And so are we.
Richard
