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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

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