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In[Am] 1803 we[Em] sailed out to sea
[G]Out from the [D]sweet town of [Am]Derry
For[Am] Australia bound if
we[Em] didn't all drown
And the[G] marks of our[D] fetters we[Am carried
In our[Am] rusty iron chains we[Em] sighed
for our wains
Our[G] good women[D] we left in[Am] sorrow
As the[Am] mainsails unfurled, our[Em] curses we hurled
On
the[G] English, and[D] thoughts of to[Am]morrow
Chorus:[C]Oh..[G]... I[Am] wish I was[G] back home in[Am] Derry
[C]Oh..[G]...
I [Am]wish I was[G] back home in[Am] Derry
At the mouth of the Foyle, bid farewell to the soil
As down below decks
we were lying
O'Doherty screamed, woken out of a dream
By a vision of bold Robert dying
The sun burned cruel as we
dished out the gruel
Dan O'Connor was down with a fever
Sixty rebels today bound for Botany Bay
How many will meet
their reciever
Chorus:
I cursed them to hell as her bow fought the swell
Our ship danced like a moth in the
firelight
White horse rode high as the devil passed by
Taking souls to Hades by twilight
Five weeks out to sea,
we were now forty-three
Our comrades we buried each morning
In our own slime we were lost in a time
Of 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 care for bravery
Twenty years have gone by, I've
ended my bond
My comrades ghosts walk behind me
A rebel I came - I'm still the same
On the cold winters night you
will find me
Chorus:
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Alternative Chord Aragement Below By David O'Neill
(Am) in 1803 we (C) sailed out to sea
(G) Out from the (D) sweet town of (Am)Derry
repeat pattern
(D)
in our rusty iron chains we (em) cried for wains
(am) our good women we left in (em) sorrow
AS the (am) main sails unfurled
the (C) curses we hurledon the (G) english and (D) thoughts of (Am).
When Bobby wrote this he called it 'The Voyge'
This is what Christy says about how he came about the song.
I was playing in Derry and staying with The Barrett Family. After
my gig we were gathered in Chamberlain St having a banter and drinking tea when a bit of singing broke out. A lad, just
home from The Blocks, sang these verses and subsequently wrote out the words for me. At the time the name Bobby
Sands was not known to the world as it is today. The following night I played in Bellaghy where the same process took
place when I stayed with Scullion. Later on he "sang" McIlhatton for me and told me it had been written by Bobby
Sands with whom he had shared a cell while "On the Blanket". The name was becoming known to me.
He used the air of
The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald from Gordon Lightfoot, an air which I suspect has earlier origins. My version
of Bobby's song is shorter than the original. sheet music and tin whistle notes below
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