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 I know the God I serve I tried to stay out in the open line I tried to keep my nerve Oh, but all I could see were lily white arms And a gold and silken dress And all I could hear was a good ol' song A flowing 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 Katie Wren Back home in Bristol again Back home in Bristol again Well 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 A raising a cider with West Countrymen Rolling in the arms of the fair Katie Wren Back home in Bristol again Back home in Bristol again 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! 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 ol' Jimmy's from Well I wish I were back home in Bristol again A raising a cider with West Countrymen Rolling in the arms of the fair Katie Wren Back home in Bristol again Back home in Bristol again