Back Home In Derry by Christy Moore
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 women we left in sorrow
As the mainsails unfurled, our curses we hurled
On the English, and thoughts of tomorrow
Chorus
Oh..Oh... I wish I was back home in Derry
Oh..Oh... I wish I was back home in Derry