Song 312: "Back Home in Bristol" - The Dreadnoughts

bless me father I have sinned
bless me if you may
by the power of jesus christ
You come to me this day

I am just a middle farmer's boy
Jim wilson is my name
and I've been out hard where devil runs
I'll never go again

well yes I know my duty sir
and I know the god I serve
I tried to stay out in the eastern line
I tried to keep my nerve

but all I could see were lily white arms
and a gold and silken dress
and all I could hear was a country dance
and a calling from the west

well I wish I were back home in Bristol again
raising a cider with West Countrymen
rolling in the arms of the fair Kitty Wrenne
back home in Bristol again
back home in Bristol again


seventeen days and seventeen nights
we held up underground
through misty panes and thick green light
I saw death raining down

and when it all was finished
I just turned away in fear
bless me father and hold my hand
until the dawn is here

well I wish I were back home in Bristol again
raising a cider with West Countrymen
rolling in the arms of the fair Kitty Wrenne
back home in Bristol again
back home in Bristol again


(Drink up me cider!
Drink up me cider!
For tonight she'll marry me! Will marry me!
We'll drink 'til the night is over!
And roll the big ones over!
The corn is coming over so make merry way!)

I hear the party coming down
to wrest me from my cell
father don't you pray for me
or speak to me of hell

just deliver me a little song
and a final taste of rum
and tell the buggers who shoot me down
just where ol' jimmy's from

well I wish I were back home in Bristol again
raising a cider with West Countrymen
rolling in the arms of the fair Kitty Wrenne
back home in Bristol again
back home in Bristol again