| In 1803 we sailed out to sea
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| Out from the sweet town of Derry
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| 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 the rusty iron chains we sighed for our wains
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| As our good wives we left in sorrow
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| As the mainsails unfurled our curses we hurled
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| At the English and thoughts of tomorrow
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| Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry
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| Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry
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| I cursed them to hell as our bow fought the swell
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| Our ship danced like a moth in the firelights
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| White horses rode high as the devil passed by Taking souls to Hades by twilight
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| Five weeks out to sea we were now forty-three
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| We buried our comrades each morning
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| In our own slime we were lost in a time
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| Endless night without dawning
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| Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry
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| Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry
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| Van Dieman’s land is a hell for a man
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| To live out his life in slavery
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| When the climate is raw and the gun makes the law
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| Neither wind nor rain cares for bravery
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| Twenty years have gone by and I’ve ended me bond
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| And comrades' ghosts are behind me A rebel I came and I’ll die the same
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| On the cold winds of night you will find me Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry
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| Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry
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| Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry
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| Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry
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| Yeah, yeah |