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"