Πάει κι αυτός...(Shane MacGowan)

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If I should fall from grace with God

Where no doctor can relieve me

If I’m buried in 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