Back Home In Derry Testo

Back Home In DerryIn 1803 we sailed out to seaOut from the sweet town of DerryFor Australia boundif we didn't all drownThe marks of out fetters we carriedOn our rusty iron chains we cried for out weansOur good women we left in sorrowAs the main sails unfurled, wild curses we hurledOn the English and thought of tomorrowAt the mouth of the Foyle, bid farewell to the soilAs down below deck we were lyingO'Doherty screamed woken out of a dreamBy a vision of Bold Robert dyingThe sun burned us cruel as we dished out the gruelDan O'Connor was down with a feverSixty rebels today bound for Botany BayHow many will reach their receiver?I cursed them to hell as our bough fought the swellOur ship danced like a moth in the firelightWhite horses rode high as the devil passed byTaking souls to Hades by twilightFive weeks out to sea, we were now 43We buried our comrades each morningIn our own slime we were lost in a timeEndless night without dawningVan Diemen's Land is the hell for a manTo spend out his whole life in slaveryWhere the climate is raw and the gun makes the lawNeither wind nor rain care for braveryTwenty years have gone by and I've ended my bondMy comrades ghosts walk behind meA rebel I came and I'm still the sameOn the cold winds of night you will find meOh, I wish I was back home in Derry