Back Home in Derry

In 1803 we sailed out to sea
 Out from the sweet town of Derry
 For Australia bound if we didn't all drown
 And the marks of our fetters we carried
 In our rusty iron chains we sighed for our weans
 Our good wives we left in sorrow
 As the mainsails unfurled, our curses we hurled
 On the English, and thoughts of tomorrow
 Oh... I wish I was back home in Derry
 Oh... I wish I was back home in Derry
 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
 Our comrades we buried each morning
 In our own slime we were lost in a time
 Endless night without dawning
 Oh... I wish I was back home in Derry
 Oh... I wish I was back home in Derry
 Van Diemen's land is hell for a man
 To live out his life in slavery
 Where the climate is raw and the gun makes the law
 Neither wind nor rain cares for bravery
 Twenty years have gone by, I've ended my bond
 My comrades ghosts walk behind me
 A rebel I came - And I'll die the same
 On the cold winds of night you will find me
 Oh... I wish I was back home in Derry
 Oh... I wish I was back home in Derry
 Oh... I wish I was back home in Derry
 Oh... I wish I was back home in Derry