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