Back home in Derry
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Back Home in Derry 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 the rusty iron chains we cried for our wains
Our good women we left in sorrow
As the mainsails unfurled our curses we hurled
On the English and thoughts of tomorrow

At the mouth of the Foyle bade farewell to the soil as down below decks we were lyin'
O'Doherty screamed woken out of a dream by a vision of bold Robert dyin'.
The sun burnt 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 reach their receiver?

I wish I was back home in Derry
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
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 the time
Endless night without dawning

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

Van Dieman'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 by and I've ended my bond
My comrades' ghosts walk behind me
A rebel I came, I'm still the same
On the cold winds of night you will find me

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




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

Overall Meaning

"Back Home in Derry" is a traditional Irish folk song that tells the story of a group of Irish rebels who were sentenced to transportation to Australia in 1803. The song vividly describes the conditions on board the ship during the journey, including the use of iron chains to restrain the prisoners and the harsh treatment by the English guards. The lyrics express the rebels' longing for their homes in Derry and their resentment towards their oppressors.


The first verse sets the scene for the journey, with the rebels leaving Derry for Australia while carrying the marks of their fetters (chains). The second verse describes the rebels' anger and sadness at leaving their families behind, as well as their curses towards the English. The third verse details the harsh conditions on board the ship, including illness and death, and the rebels' longing for their homes. The fourth and final verse describes the rebels' arrival in Van Diemen's Land (now Tasmania), where they lived in slavery under harsh conditions.


The song's lyrics are based on the true story of the Irish rebellion of 1798 and the transportation of Irish political prisoners to Australia in the early 19th century. The song has been covered by many artists over the years, including Christy Moore, Planxty, and The High Kings. "Back Home in Derry" is a powerful and emotional song that reflects the deep pain and suffering experienced by the Irish people under English rule.


Line by Line Meaning

In 1803 we sailed out to sea
In the year of 1803, we embarked on a journey by sea


Out from the sweet town of Derry
Departing from the beautiful town of Derry


For Australia bound if we didn't all drown
We were headed to Australia, hoping not to perish in the sea


And the marks of our fetters we carried
We were branded by the chains that bound us


In the rusty iron chains we cried for our wains
We wept for our children while chained in the rusty iron


Our good women we left in sorrow
We left our beloved wives behind, causing them immense grief


As the mainsails unfurled our curses we hurled
With the unfurling of the mainsails, we began to curse and swear


On the English and thoughts of tomorrow
Our anger was directed towards the English, and our thoughts focused on the future


At the mouth of the Foyle bade farewell to the soil as down below decks we were lyin'
As we approached the mouth of the Foyle, we said goodbye to the land while lying below deck


O'Doherty screamed woken out of a dream by a vision of bold Robert dyin'
O'Doherty screamed, having been woken by a dream featuring the death of bold Robert


The sun burnt cruel as we dished out the gruel, Dan O'Connor was down with a fever
The sun was painfully scorching as we served gruel, and Dan O'Connor was suffering from a fever


Sixty rebels today bound for Botany Bay, how many will reach their receiver?
Sixty rebels were being sent to Botany Bay that day, but how many would actually make it there?


I wish I was back home in Derry
I long to return to my hometown of Derry


I cursed them to hell as our bow fought the swell
I cursed our oppressors fiercely as our boat struggled against the rough waves


Our ship danced like a moth in the firelight
Our vessel swayed and moved like a moth in the light of a fire


White horses rode high as the devil passed by
Foamy white waves rose as the devil seemed to pass by


Taking souls to Hades by twilight
The devil seemed to be taking souls to the underworld at twilight


Five weeks out to sea we were now forty-three
After being at sea for five weeks, our group was down to forty-three members


We buried our comrades each morning
Every morning, we had to bury one or more of our fellow rebels


In our own slime we were lost in the time
We were trapped in our own filth and felt trapped in time


Endless night without dawning
The night seemed to go on forever, with no sign of daybreak


Van Dieman's land is a hell for a man
Van Dieman's land is a hellish place to live for a man


To live out his whole life in slavery
Living out the rest of one's life in a state of bondage


Where the climate is raw and the gun makes the law
Where the weather is harsh and the only law is the gun


Neither wind nor rain cares for bravery
The harsh weather does not show mercy even to the bravest of men


Twenty years have gone by and I've ended my bond
Twenty years have passed, and I have completed my sentence


My comrades' ghosts walk behind me
The spirits of my fallen comrades seem to follow me


A rebel I came, I'm still the same
I was a rebel at the start, and I remain one to this day


On the cold winds of night you will find me
You can find me on cold, lonely nights, still fighting for what I believe in




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