In 1803 we sailed out to sea Out from the sweet town of Derry For Australia bound if we didn't all drown And the marks of our fetters we carried In our rusty iron chains we sighed for our wains Our good women we left in sorrow As the mainsails unfurled, and curses we hurled On the English, and thoughts of tomorrow
Chorus: Oh..... I wish I was back home in Derry Oh..... I wish I was back home in Derry
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'Connel was down with a fever Sixty rebels today bound for Botany Bay How many will meet their receiver
I cursed them to hell as her bow fought the swell Our ship danced like the moth in the firelight White horse 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
Van Diemen's land is a hell for a man To live out his whole life in slavery Where the climate is raw and the gun makes the law Neither wind nor rain care for bravery Twenty years have gone by and I've ended my bond My comrades ghosts walk behind me A rebel I came - I'm still the same On the cold winters night you will find meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
