A Classic from the "Stoke City Hymn Book"

Bury Me Under The Boothen

"If I should fall on some far distant terrace
With the blood pouring out of my head
Will you carry me away from where I’ve fallen
Back to the place I belong

Will you bury me under the Boothen
With the sun shining warm on my face
Will you bury me under the Boothen
Home to my final resting place"