If I should fall from grace with god
Where no doctor can relieve me
If I'm buried 'neath the sod

But the angels won't receive me

Let me go, boys

Let me go, boys
Let me go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry


This land was always ours
Was the proud land of our fathers

It belongs to us and them
Not to any of the others


Let them go, boys
Let them go, boys
Let them go down in the mud

Where the rivers all run dry

Bury me at sea

Where no murdered ghost can haunt me
If I rock upon the waves
Then no corpse can lie upon me


It's coming up three, boys
Keeps coming up three, boys

Let them go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry


If I should fall from grace with god
Where no doctor can relieve me
If I'm buried 'neath the sod

But the angels won't receive me

Let me go, boys

Let me go, boys
Let me go down in the mud
Where the rivers all run dry