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"