^AmIn eighteen-o-three we sailed^Em out to sea ^GOut from the ^Dsweet town of ^AmDerry ^AmFor Australia bound, if we ^Emdidn't all drown ^GThe marks of our ^Dfetters we ^Amcarried

^AmIn our rusty iron chains we cried ^Emfor our weans ^AmOur good women we left in ^Emsorrow ^AmAs the main sails unfurled, our ^Emcurses we hurled On the ^GEnglish and ^Dthoughts of ^Amtomorrow

^AmAt the mouth of the Foyle, bade ^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 burnt cruel as we dish^Emed out the gruel ^AmDan O'Conner was down with a ^Emfever ^AmSixty rebels today, bound for Bo^Emtany Bay How ^Gmany will ^Dreach their ^Amreceiver

^COh oh oh ^Goh oh I ^Amwish I was ^Gback home in ^AmDerry ^COh oh oh ^Goh oh I ^Amwish I was ^Gback home in ^AmDerry

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

Christy Moore - Back home in derry