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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 feckles we carried

In the rusty iron chains we cried for our wanes

Our good women we left there in sorrow

As the main sails unfurled, our curses we hurled

At the English and the thoughts of tomorrow

At the mouth of the Foyle, bid farwell to the soil

As down below decks we were lying.

O'Docherty's scream woke him out of a dream

By a vision of bold Robert dying.

The sun burned cruel and we dished out the gruel

Dan O'Connor was down with the fever

Sixty rebels today bound for botany bay

How many would reach there this evening?

Oh....oh, I wish I was back home in Derry.

Oh....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

Wild horses rode high as the devil passed by

Taking souls into Hades by twilight

Five weeks out to sea we were now 43

We buried our comrades each morning

And in our own slime, we were lost in the time

Endless night without dawning

Van diemens land is a hell for a man

To end out his whole life in slavery

Where the climate is raw and the gun makes the law

Neither wind nor rain care for bravery

Twenty years have gone by and I've ended my bond

My comrades' ghosts walk behind me

A rebel I came and I'm still the same

On a cold winters night you will find me.