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Back Home in Derry - Christy Moore

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In 1803 we sailed out to sea
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Out from the sweet town of Derry
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For 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 our rusty iron chains we sighed for our weans
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Our good women we left in sorrow
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As the mainsails unfurled, our curses we hurled
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On the English, and thoughts of tomorrow

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At the mouth of the Foyle, bid farewell to the soil
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As down below decks we were lying
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O’Doherty screamed, woken out of a dream
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By a vision of bold Robert dying
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The sun burned cruel as we dished out the gruel
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Dan O’Connor was down with a fever
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Sixty rebels today bound for Botany Bay
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How many will meet their re-ceiver

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