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.