Chorus:. If I should fall from grace with god. Where no doctor can relieve me. If Im buried neath the sod. But the angels wont 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. If I rock upon the waves. Then no corpse can lie upon me. Its 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 Im buried neath the sod. And still the angels wont receive me. Let me go boys. Let me go boys. Let me go down in the mud. Where the rivers all run dry