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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 rusty iron chains we cried for our wains, | |
Our good women we left in sorrow, | |
As the mainsails unfurled our curses we hurled, | |
On the English and thoughts of tomorrow. | |
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At the mouth of the Foyle bid farewell to the soil, | |
As down below deck we were lying, | |
O'Doherty screamed woken out of a dream, | |
By a vision of bold robert dying, | |
The sun burned us cruel as they dished out the gruel, | |
Dan O'Connor was down with a fever, | |
Fifty rebels today bound for Botany Bay, | |
How many would reach their receiver. | |
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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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I cursed them to Hell as our bow fought the swell, | |
Our 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 see we were now forty three, | |
We buried our commrades each morning, | |
In our own slime we were lost in the time, | |
Endless night without dawning. | |
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Van Diemans land is a hell for a man, | |
To end up his whole life in slavery, | |
Where the climate is raw, the gun makes the law, | |
Neither wind nor rain cares for bravery, | |
Twenty years have gone by, now I've ended my bond, | |
My comrades ghost walk behind me, | |
A rebel I came, I'm still the same, | |
On the cold winds of night you will find me. | |
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Music & Lyrics by Sands & Moore - B.A.L. Music. | |
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