Back Home in Derry - Scythian

In 1803 we sailed out to sea

Out from the sweet town of Derry

Australia bound if we didn’t all drown

And the marks of our fetters we carried

In the rusty iron chains we sighed for our wains

As our good wives we left in sorrow

As the mainsails unfurled our curses we hurled

At the English and thoughts of tomorrow

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry

Oh Oh 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 firelights

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 a time

Endless night without dawning

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry

Van Dieman’s land is a hell for a man

To live out his life in slavery

When the climate is raw and the gun makes the law

Neither wind nor rain cares for bravery

Twenty years have gone by and I’ve ended me bond

And comrades' ghosts are behind me A rebel I came and I’ll die the same

On the cold winds of night you will find me Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry

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