(Shane MacGowan)
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

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
And still 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