Dreadnoughts, The - Back Home In Bristol Lyrics




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

Ahh, 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 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 Katie Wren
Back home in Bristol again
Back home in Bristol again

A 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

Well ye lads
Give us one of the ol' song
Here we go

Drink up thy zider, drink up thy zider
For tonight we'll merry be (we'll merry be!)
We'll knock the milkchurns over, and roll 'em 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





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Dreadnoughts, The Back Home In Bristol Comments
  1. Ethan Cross

    Oh you mean Bristol Tennessee?

    HeliosRa

    The references to "C(Z)ider" and "West Countrymen" make this undeniably about Bristol, England

  2. Kill3rCat

    Good song, but Bristol is a shithole. I know, I live there. And there are more Arab and African immigrants than 'west country men' here.

  3. Scott C.

    Wow, I really like the sound of this!

    Will King

    The dreadnoughts is the best band ever change my mind lol

  4. Chronos 15

    Whos the one lone guy who disliked?

    LUCAS HARVEY

    Uh oh, he got a girlfriend

    Henrique Pacheco

    @Purple burd It's a whole platoon of them now.

    RamRanch Dressing

    @Purple burd ah....I see what you did there......

  5. Nines

    Sic dic Ric

  6. Memo Acuna

    Lyrics!!

  7. WZRD702

    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 open 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 good ole song
    flowing from the west

    chorus:
    well I wish I were back home in Bristol again
    raising a cider with West Countrymen
    rolling in the arms of the the fair Katie 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 and hold my hand
    until the dawn is here


    (chorus)

    Well ye lads
    Give us one of the ol' song
    Here we go

    Drink up thy zider, drink up thy zider
    For tonight we'll merry be (we'll merry be!)
    We'll not milkchurns over, and roll 'em in the clover
    The corn's half cut, and so be wee!

    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

    (chorus)

    Venessa Lavergne

    It was only reading the lyrics that I recognized the line "through misty panes and thick green light' which is from "Dulce et Decorum Est" by Wilfred Owen, one of my favourite WWI poems. I just love how much research they put into this album!

    WZRD702

    @Venessa Lavergne Wow, I wasn't aware of this poem, thanks for that. What a haunting image of an ever recurring conclusion.

    Here's to less war and more cider!