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in eighteen – o – three 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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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 main sails 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 , bade 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 burnt cruel as we dished out the gruel
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dan o’conner 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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oh oh oh oh oh i wish i was back home in derry
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oh oh oh 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
white 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 oh oh oh i wish i was back home in derry
oh oh oh 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 a gun makes the law
neither wind nor rain care for bravery
twenty years have gone by , i have ended my bond
my comrades’ ghosts walk beside me
a rebel i came , i’m still the same
on the cold winds of night you will find me
oh oh oh oh oh i wish i was back home in derry
oh oh oh oh oh i wish i was back home in derry
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