Back Home In Derry

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    In 1803 we sailed out to sea,
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    out from the sweet town of Derry.
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    For Australia bound, if we didn't all drown,
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    and the marks of our fetters we carried.
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    In our rusty iron chains we cried for our weans,
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    our good women we left in sorrow.
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    As the mainsails unfurled, our curses we hurled
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    on the English, and thoughts of tomorrow.

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

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O........h, I wish I was back home in Derry. (2x)

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

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O........h, I wish I was back home in Derry. (2x)

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    Van Diemen's land is a hell for a man,
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    to vent out his whole life in slavery.
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   Where the climate is raw and the gun makes the law,
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    neither wind nor rain care for bravery.
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    Twenty years have gone by, I've ended my bond,
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    my comrades ghosts walk behind me.
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    A rebel I came, I'm still the same,
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    on the cold winters night you will find me.

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O........h, I wish I was back home in Derry. (4x)