Back Home In Derry taby ukulele według Christy Moore

(intro) Am C G D Am C G Am Em

        Am           C
    In 1803 we sailed out to sea,
      G                     D                Am
    out from the sweet town of Derry.
           Am                              C
    For Australia bound, if we didn't all drown,
                    G                 D             Am
    and the marks of our fetters we carried.
                D                               C
    In our rusty iron chains we cried for our weans,
              D                               Em
    our good women we left in sorrow.
                 Am                                C
    As the mainsails unfurled, our curses we hurled
                 G                    D                 Am
    on the English, and thoughts of tomorrow.

                 Am                                      C
    At the mouth of the Foyle, bid farewell to the soil,
           G                 D                    Am
    as down below decks we were lying.
        Am                                      C
    O'Doherty screamed, woken out of a dream
             G            D                Am
    by a vision of bold Robert dying.
             D                                    C
    The sun burned cruel as we dished out the gruel,
                  D                                  Em
    Dan O'Connor was down with a fever.
             Am                           C
    Sixty rebels today bound for Botany Bay,
               G            D                 Am
    how many will reach their receiver.

  C   G       Am             G                    Am
O........h, I wish I was back home in Derry. (2x)

       Am                                      C
    I cursed them to hell as her bow fought the swell,
                    G                     D            Am
    our ship danced like a moth in the firelight.
               Am                                  C
    White horses rode high as the devil passed by,
                  G          D             Am
    taking souls to Hades by twilight.
               D                                       C
    Five weeks out to sea, we were now forty-three,
            D                                       Em
    we buried our comrades each morning.
   Am                                      C
    In our own slime we were lost in a time
         G            D                 Am
    of endless night without dawning.

  C   G       Am             G                    Am
O........h, I wish I was back home in Derry. (2x)

     Am                                 C
    Van Diemen's land is a hell for a man,
          G                   D              Am
    to vent out his whole life in slavery.
                     Am                                C
   Where the climate is raw and the gun makes the law,
                  G           D                  Am
    neither wind nor rain care for bravery.
                   D                                    C
    Twenty years have gone by, I've ended my bond,
           D                                     Em
    my comrades ghosts walk behind me.
        Am                 C
    A rebel I came, I'm still the same,
                 G                 D                  Am
    on the cold winters night you will find me.

  C   G       Am             G                    Am
O........h, I wish I was back home in Derry. (4x)