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Jimmy round the Campfire

It was 1803 when we sailed out to sea

And away from the sweet town of Derry.

For Australia bound, if we didn't all drown,

The marks of our fetters we'd carry.

 

In our rusty iron chains, we cried out for our wee'ans.

Our good wives we'd left in our sorrow.

As the main sails unfurled, our curses we hurled

At the English and thoughts of tomorrow

 

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.

 

At the mouth of the Foyle, bade farewell to our soil

As the sea turned as blue as the heavens.

The breeze filled our sails of a yellowish pale

And the captain lay drunk in his cabin.

 

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.

 

The Gull cut the sea, carving our destiny

And the sea spray rose white and came flying.

O'Doherty screamed, awoken out of his dreams

By a vision of bold Robert dyin'.

 

The sun burnt us cruel as they dished out the gruel

Dan O'Conner lay dying with fever

60 Rebels today, bound for Botany Bay

God, how many would reach the receiver?

 

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.

 

I cursed them to Hell as our bow fought the swell

And we danced like a moth in the firelight

White horses rode high, as the Devil passed by

Taking souls to Hades in the twilight.

 

Five weeks out to sea, we were now 43

And the strongest wept bitter like children.

Jesus, we screeched and our God we beseeched

But all we got was a prayer from the pilgrim.

 

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.

 

In our own slime, we were lost in the time

Hoping God in his mercy would claim us,

But our spirits shone high like stars in the sky

We were rebels and no man would tame us.

 

We were all about lost, two round score was our cost

When the man on the mast shouted, "Land hoe!"

The crew gave a cheer as we cradled our fear

And the fathoms gave up and we swam low.

 

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.

 

Van Diemans Land is a hell for a man

To live out his whole life in slavery

Where the climate is raw and a gun makes the law

Neither wind nor rain care for bravery.

 

Twenty long years have gone and I've ended my bond

My comrade's ghosts walk beside me.

A rebel I came, I'll die just the same

It's on the cold wind at night that you'll find me.

 

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.

Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.

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Taken on July 28, 2008