Back Home in Derry - Christy Moore Am Em In 1803 we sailed out to sea G D Am Out from the sweet town of Derry Am Em For Australia bound if we didn’t all drown G D Am And the marks of our fetters we carried Am Em In our rusty iron chains we sighed for our weans Am Em Our good women we left in sorrow Am Em As the mainsails unfurled, our curses we hurled G D Am On the English, and thoughts of tomorrow |[CHORUS] | |C G Am G Am |Oh….. I wish I was back home in Derry |C G Am G Am |Oh….. I wish I was back home in Derry Am Em At the mouth of the Foyle, bid farewell to the soil G D Am As down below decks we were lying Am Em O’Doherty screamed, woken out of a dream G D Am By a vision of bold Robert dying Am Em The sun burned cruel as we dished out the gruel Am Em Dan O’Connor was down with a fever Am Em Sixty rebels today bound for Botany Bay G D Am How many will meet their re-ceiver