Back home in Derry

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In 1803 we sailed out to sea
Out from the sweet town of Derry
For Australia bound if we didn’t all drown
The marks of our fetters we carried
In the rusty iron chains, we sighed for our wains
As our good wives we left in sorrow
As the mainsails unfurled, our curses we hurled
On the English and thoughts of tomorrow

At the mouth of the Foyle, bid farewell to the soil
As down below decks we were lying
O’Doherty screamed, woken out of a dream
By a vision of bold Robert dying
The sun burned cruel as we dished out the gruel
Dan O’Connor was down with a fever
Sixty rebels today, bound for Botany Bay
How many will meet their reciever

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry

I cursed them to hell as our bow fought the swell
We danced like a moth in the firelight
White horses rode high as the devil passed by
Taking souls to Hades by twilight
Five weeks out to sea, we were now forty-three
Our comrades we buried each morning
In our own slime, we were lost in a time
Of endless night without dawning.

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry

Van Dieman’s land is a hell for a man
To live out his life in slavery
When the climate is raw and the gun makes the law
Neither wind nor rain cares for bravery
Twenty years have gone by, I’ve ended me bond
And comrades’ ghosts are behind me
A rebel I came and I’ll die the same
On the cold winds of night you will find me

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry

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Songs of Derry


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Written by Bobby Sands to the air of Gordon Lightfoot’s “Wreck of theĀ Edmund Fitzgerald

 



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