Songtext
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
Raising a cider with West Countrymen
Rolling in the arms of the fair Katy Wren
Back home in Bristol again
Back home in Bristol again
Well, 17 days and 17 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 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
Alright
Let's go
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
A-raising a cider with West Countrymen
Rolling in the arms of the fair Katy Wren
Back home in Bristol again
Back home in Bristol again, oh