Song parody of
If I Should Fall From Grace With God
by Young Dubliners
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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
