[Am]In eighteen-o-three we sailed[Em] out to sea
[G]Out from the [D]sweet town of [Am]Derry
[Am]For Australia bound, if we [Em]didn't all drown
[G]The marks of our [D]fetters we [Am]carried
[Am]In our rusty iron chains we cried [Em]for our weans
[Am]Our good women we left in [Em]sorrow
[Am]As the main sails unfurled, our [Em]curses we hurled
On the [G]English and [D]thoughts of [Am]tomorrow
[Am]At the mouth of the Foyle, bade [Em]farewell to the soil
As [G]down below [D]decks we were [Am]lying
[Am]O'Doherty screamed, woken [Em]out of a dream
By a [G]vision of [D]bold Robert [Am]dying
[Am]The sun burnt cruel as we dish[Em]ed out the gruel
[Am]Dan O'Conner was down with a [Em]fever
[Am]Sixty rebels today, bound for Bo[Em]tany Bay
How [G]many will [D]reach their [Am]receiver
[C]Oh oh oh [G]oh oh I [Am]wish I was [G]back home in [Am]Derry
[C]Oh oh oh [G]oh oh I [Am]wish I was [G]back home in [Am]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
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
[G]Out from the [D]sweet town of [Am]Derry
[Am]For Australia bound, if we [Em]didn't all drown
[G]The marks of our [D]fetters we [Am]carried
[Am]In our rusty iron chains we cried [Em]for our weans
[Am]Our good women we left in [Em]sorrow
[Am]As the main sails unfurled, our [Em]curses we hurled
On the [G]English and [D]thoughts of [Am]tomorrow
[Am]At the mouth of the Foyle, bade [Em]farewell to the soil
As [G]down below [D]decks we were [Am]lying
[Am]O'Doherty screamed, woken [Em]out of a dream
By a [G]vision of [D]bold Robert [Am]dying
[Am]The sun burnt cruel as we dish[Em]ed out the gruel
[Am]Dan O'Conner was down with a [Em]fever
[Am]Sixty rebels today, bound for Bo[Em]tany Bay
How [G]many will [D]reach their [Am]receiver
[C]Oh oh oh [G]oh oh I [Am]wish I was [G]back home in [Am]Derry
[C]Oh oh oh [G]oh oh I [Am]wish I was [G]back home in [Am]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
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