Well, if I should fall from grace with God   Where no doctor can relieve me   If I'm buried 'neath the sand   Where 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 shall 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   Where 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