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|"Fiddler's Green" is a place to remember friends, mentors, important people in our lives as sportsmen.
It's a kind of "lest they be forgotten" place where we can give thanks for having known them, share their specialness, and generally celebrate them. It's open to everyone.
You can read about the origins of "Fiddler's Green" here... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fiddler's_Green
|I think this is a great idea Plainsman. One thing though, when you click your hyperlink it comes to a page that does not exist. This is due to the ")" at the end, which is included. A simply space after your link should suffice.
|Sorry for that ACrowe! My bad. I'll fix it. Thanks for the heads-up.
BTW, this was a project of ALL the mods and admins and I claim no credit for it.
|One sailor's tale published in 1832 speaks of Fiddler's Green as being "nine miles beyond the dwelling of his Satanic majesty". In maritime folklore it is a kind of afterlife for sailors who have served at least 50 years at sea, where there is rum and tobacco.
Fiddler's Green appears in his novel The Dog Fiend; Or, Snarleyyow, published in 1856, as lyrics to a sailors' song:
At Fiddler’s Green, where seamen true
When here they’ve done their duty
The bowl of grog shall still renew
And pledge to love and beauty.
Adoption among US military
The story of Fiddler's Green was published in 1923, in Cavalry Journal. According to this article, it was inspired by a story told by Captain "Sammy" Pearson at a campfire in the Medicine Bow Mountains of Wyoming. It is still used by modern cavalry units to memorialize the deceased. The name has had other military uses. Today, in the heart of the Helmand River Valley, in Helmand Province, Afghanistan, the U.S. Marine Corps operates a firebase (FB) named Fiddler's Green. Fiddler’s Green was an artillery Fire Support Base in Military Region III in Vietnam in 1972 occupied principally by elements of 2nd Squadron, 11th Armored Cavalry, and also was the name of the U.S. Navy's enlisted men's club in Sasebo, Japan from 1952 to 1976. The Cavalry man's poem regarding Fiddler's Green is also the regimental poem of the US 2nd Cavalry Regiment.
It was the name of the enlisted men's club at Bainbridge Naval Training Center. The informal bar at the Fort Sill Officers' Open Mess used to be known as Fiddler's Green and it is the name of the stable and pasture used by Parsons Mounted Cavalry, a cadet group at Texas A&M University in College Station, Texas, and that of the bar at the Leaders Club in Fort Knox, Kentucky. Building 2805, which used to be the O-club, on Fort Hood, Texas is called Fiddler's Green. There is also a small E-club on Camp Pendleton in area 43 (Las Pulgas) named for it. The base pub at the Joint Forces Training Base, Los Alamitos, CA is called Fiddler's Green.
A song based on Fiddler's Green, called Fiddler's Green or more often Fo'c'sle Song, was written and copyrighted by John Conolly, a Lincolnshire (English) songwriter. It was first recorded by Tim Hart and Maddy Prior in their 1968 album, "Folk Songs of Olde England." The song is sung worldwide in nautical and Irish traditional circles, and is often mistakenly thought to be a traditional song.
The Cavalrymen's Poem
Halfway down the trail to Hell,
In a shady meadow green
Are the Souls of all dead troopers camped,
Near a good old-time canteen.
And this eternal resting place
Is known as Fiddlers' Green.
Marching past, straight through to Hell
The Infantry are seen.
Accompanied by the Engineers,
Artillery and Marines,
For none but the shades of Cavalrymen
Dismount at Fiddlers' Green.
Though some go curving down the trail
To seek a warmer scene.
No trooper ever gets to Hell
Ere he's emptied his canteen.
And so rides back to drink again
With friends at Fiddlers' Green.
And so when man and horse go down
Beneath a saber keen,
Or in a roaring charge of fierce melee
You stop a bullet clean,
And the hostiles come to get your scalp,
Just empty your canteen,
And put your pistol to your head
And go to Fiddlers' Green.
|A SALUTE to "Fiddlers' Green" as a Forum and for those who do and will abide there.
|And here are the lyrics for yet another seafaring version.
These are the original lyrics, directly from John Conolly:
As I roved by the dockside one evening so rare,
To view the still waters and take the salt air –
I heard an old fisherman, singing this song -
“Oh, take me away, boys, me time is not long”
CHORUS: Dress me up in me oilskins and jumper –
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 some day, in Fiddlers’ Green …
Now, Fiddlers’ Green is a place, I’ve heard tell,
Where 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 …
The sky’s always clear, and there’s never a gale –
And the fish jump on board with a flip of their tails –
You can lie at your leisure, there’s no work to do –
And the Skipper’s below, making tea for the crew …
And when you’re in dock, and the long trip is through –
There’s pubs and there’s clubs, and there’s lasses there too –
The girls are all pretty, the beer is all free –
And there’s bottles of rum, growing on every tree …
I don’t want a harp nor a halo, not me –
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea –
And I’ll play me old squeezebox as we sail along –
With the wind in the rigging, to sing me this song …
And as performed by The Folk Group "Schooner Fare" Circa 1992
|My Hats off to "Fiddlers' Green" as a Forum and for those who have paid the Ultimate price that allows us freedom of speech and the right to bear Arms.
|To all who read this thread. Please restrict posts on the Fiddler's Green Forum to our original purpose; To honor MEMBERS of this site who have passed away, recognize their contributions, and share a thought or two about their time on here.