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 Threes, Boys

Keeps Coming Up Threes, 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