Lyrics Back Home in Derry - Christy Moore

In 1803 we sailed out to sea
Out from the sweet town o' Derry
For Australia bound if we didn't all drown
And the marks of our fetters we carried

In the rusty iron chains we cried for our weans
Our good women we left in sorrow
As the mainsails unfurled, our curses we hurled
At England and thoughts of tomorrow

At the mouth of the Foyle, bid farwell to the soil
Down below decks we were lyin'
O'Doherty screamed, woken out of a dream
By a vision of Bold Robert dyin'

The sun burned cruel as we dished out the gruel
Dan O'Connor was down with a fever
Sixty rebels today bound for Botany Bay
How many will reach their receiver?

Oh, oh, I wish I was back home in Derry
Oh, oh, I wish I was back home in Derry

I cursed them to hell, as our bow fought the swell
Our ship danced like a moth in the firelight
Wild 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, lost in a time of
Endless night without dawning

Van Diemen's land is a hell for a man
To end 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, I've ended my bond
My comrades' ghosts walk behind me
A rebel I came, I'm still the same
On the cold winter's night you will find me

Oh, oh, I wish I was back home in Derry
Oh, oh, I wish I was back home in Derry

Oh, oh, I wish I was back home in Derry
Oh, oh, I wish I was back home in Derry