If I Should Fall From Grace With God - Live At The Olympia, Paris / 2012

If I should fall from grace with God where no doctor can relieve me
If I'm buried 'neath the sand, 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, and 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

Yaw-ooh

Bury me at sea where no murdered ghost can haunt me
If I rock upon the waves, no corpse could lie upon me

Coming up three, boys
Coming up three, 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, 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

Yaw-haw

This is called "The Broad Majestic Shannon"