If I should fall from grace with God
That no doctor can relieve me
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 me go, boys, let me go, boys)
Let me go down in the mud where the rivers all run dry
Bury me at sea
Where no murdered ghost can haunt me
Rock upon the waves
No corpse shall lie upon me
(It's coming up threes, boys)
(Keeps coming up threes, boys)
Let me go down in the mud where the rivers all run dry
If I should fall from grace with God
And no doctor can relieve me
Buried 'neath the sod
So 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