If I Should Fall From Grace With God

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
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 This land was always ours
 It 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
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 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
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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
 So 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