Back Home in Derry - Christy Moore
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In 1803 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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And the marks of our fetters we carried
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In our rusty iron chains we sighed for our weans
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Our good women we left in sorrow
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As the mainsails 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, bid 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 burned cruel as we dished out the gruel
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Dan O’Connor was down with a fever
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Sixty rebels today bound for Botany Bay
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How many will meet their re-ceiver
Back Home in Derry [Am]Christy Moore
AmIn 1803 Emwe sailed out to sea GOut from the Dsweet town of AmDerry AmFor Australia bound if we Emdidn’t all drown And the Gmarks of our Dfetters we Amcarried AmIn our rusty iron chains Emwe sighed for our weans AmOur good women we left in Emsorrow As the Ammainsails unfurled, our Emcurses we hurled On the GEnglish, and Dthoughts of Amtomorrow
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COh….G. I Amwish I was Gback home in AmDerry COh….G. I Amwish I was Gback home in AmDerry
AmAt the mouth of the Foyle, bid Emfarewell to the soil As Gdown below Ddecks we were Amlying AmO’Doherty screamed, woken Emout of a dream By a Gvision of Dbold Robert Amdying AmThe sun burned cruel as we Emdished out the gruel AmDan O’Connor was down with a Emfever Sixty Amrebels today bound Emfor Botany Bay How Gmany will Dmeet their re-Amceiver