Back Home in Bristol

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 the devil runs
And 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 open line
I tried to keep my nerve

All but all I could see were lily white arms
And a gold and silken dress
And all I could hear was a good old song
Flowing from the west

Well I wish I were back home in Bristol again
Arraising a cider with West Countrymen
Rolling in the arms of the the fair Katy Wren
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
Arraising a cider with West Countrymen
Rolling in the arms of the the fair Katy Wren
Back Home in Bristol again
Back Home in Bristol again

(Come on me lads)
(Give us one of the old song)
(Here we go)

(Drink country cider)
(Drink country cider)
(More tonight)
(More merry beer) (More merry beer)

We'll knock the milk churns over
And we'll roll them in the clover
The corn's half cut and so be we (The corn's half cut and so be we)
Alright

I hear the party coming down
To wrest me from my cell
Oh Father don't you preach to 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 old Jimmy's from

Well I wish I were back home in Bristol again
Arraising a cider with West Countrymen
Rolling in the arms of the the fair Katy Wren
Back home in Bristol again
Back home in Bristol again