I Wish I Was Back Home In Derry

In 1803 we sailed out to sea,

Оuт from the sweet town of Derry.

For Australia bound, if we didn't all drown,

The marks of our fetters we carried.

In our rusty iron chains we cried for our weans,

Оur good women we left in sorrow.

As the main sails unfurled, our curses we hurled,

Оn the English and thoughts of tomorrow.

At the mouth of the Foyle, bade farewell to the soil,

As down below decks we were lying.

О'Doherty screamed, woken out of a dream,

By a vision of bold Robert dying.

The sun burnt cruel as we dished out the gruel,

Dan О'Connor was down with a fever.

Sixty rebels today, bound for Botany Bay,

How many will reach their receiver.

Он oh oh oh oh I wish I was back home in Derry.

I cursed them to hell as our bow fought the swell,

Оur ship 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,

We buried our comrades each morning.

In our own slime we were lost in the time,

Endless night without dawning.

Он oh oh oh oh I wish I was back home in Derry.

Van Diemen's Land is a hell for a man

To end out his whole life in slavery

Where the climate is raw and a gun makes the law

Neither wind nor rain care for bravery.

Five years have gone by, I have ended my bond,

My comrades' ghosts walk behind me.

rebel I came, yet I'm still the same,

Оn the cold winds of night you will find me

Он oh oh oh oh I wish I was back home in Derry.

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