[ Предположительная тональность: F#m ] ^ÓBACK HOME IN DERRY^Ô Traditional Intro: D A Bm A Bm (x2) Bm D In 1803, we sailed out to sea, A E Bm Out from the sweet town of Derry, Bm D For Australia bound-if we didn't all drown- A E Bm the marks of our fetters we carried. E D From the rusty iron chains, we cried for our we^Òuns E Fm And the good women we left in sorrow! Bm D As the mainsails unfurled, our curses we hurled A E Bm At the English and thoughts of tomorrow. From the mouth of the foil, bid farewell to the soil Down below decks we were lying. Old George he screamed, driven up from a dream Of a vision of old Robert dyin. As the sun burned the crew we dished out the gruel, Dan O^ÒConnor was down with a fever Sixty rebels today, bound for Botany Bay How many would reach their receiver? CHORUS: D A Bm A Bm Ohhh I wish I was back home in Derry! Ohhh I wish I was back home in Derry! We 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 And in our own slime we were lost in a time Endless night without dawning Chorus Van Diemen's land is a Hell for a man To live out his whole life in slavery, Where the climate is raw, and the gun makes the law. Neither wind nor rain cares for bravery. Twenty years have gone; I've ended my bond. My comrades' ghosts walk behind me. A rebel I came, and I'm still the same- On a cold Irish night you may find me. Chorus