paroles de chanson Back Home in Derry - Christy Moore
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
the
rusty
iron
chains
we
cried
for
our
wean's
Our
good
women
we
left
in
sorrow
As
the
main
sails
unfurled,
our
curses
we
hurled
At
the
English
and
thoughts
of
tomorrow
At
the
mouth
of
the
Foyle,
bid
farwell
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'Connor
was
down
with
the
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,
we
were
lost
in
the
time
Endless
night
without
dawning
Oh,
oh,
I
wish
I
was
back
home
in
Derry
Oh,
oh,
I
wish
I
was
back
home
in
Derry
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
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