Christy Moore - Back Home in Derry

Back Home in Derry Christy Moore # #Back Home In Derry by Christy Moore # In [Am]1803 we [Em]sailed out to sea [G]Out from the [D]sweet town of [Am]Derry [Am]For Australia bound if we [Em]didn't all drown A[G]nd the marks [D]of our fett[Am]ers we carried I[Am]n our rusty iron chai[Em]ns we sighed for our weans Our goo[Am]d women we left in sor[Em]row A[Am]s the mainsails unfurled[Em], our curses we hurled On [G]the English, [D]and thoughts[Am] of tomorrow Chorus [C]Oh..O[G]h... I w[Am]ish I was (chordiearchive.chordie.com)

Back Home in Derry Christy Moore Back Home In Derry by Christy Moore In [Am]1803 we [Em]sailed out to sea [G]Out from the [D]sweet town of [Am]Derry [Am]For Australia bound if we [Em]didn't all drown A[G]nd the marks [D]of our fett[Am]ers we carried I[Am]n our rusty iron chai[Em]ns we sighed for our weans Our goo[Am]d women we left in sor[Em]row A[Am]s the mainsails unfurled[Em], our curses we hurled On [G]the English, [D]and thoughts[Am] of tomorrow Chorus [C]Oh..O[G]h... I w[Am]ish I was b[ (guitaretab.com)

#BACK HOME IN DERRY CHRISTY MOORE # # 1In erry 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 receiver CHORUS I cursed them to hell as her bow fought the swell Our ship danced like a moth in the firelight White horse r (chordiearchive.chordie.com)

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 Oh oh oh oh oh I wish I was back home in Derry Oh oh oh oh oh I wish I was back home in Derry Van Diemen's Land is a hell for a man To end out his whole life (guitaretab.com)

Back Home in Derry Christy Moore Capo: III (sounding G-minor) Intro Em | G | D - A | Em G | D | Em | Bm In [Em]eighteen-o-three we [G]sailed out to sea [D]Out from the [A]sweet town of [Em]Derry For Austr[Em]alia bound, if we d[G]idn't all drown The m[D]arks of our f[A]etters we c[Em]arried In our [A]rusty iron chains we cr[G]ied for our weans Our good w[A]omen we left in s[Bm]orrow As the [Em]main sails unfurled, our c[G]urses we hurled On the [D]English and t[A]houghts of t[Em]omorrow[Em] (guitaretab.com)

Back Home in Derry Christy Moore Key: Am 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, The [G]marks of our [D]fetters we c[Am]arried. In our r[D]usty iron chains we c[Em]ried for our weans, Our g[D]ood women we left in [Em]sorrow. As the [D]main sails unfurled, our [Em]curses we hurled, On the [G]English and [D]thoughts of to[Am]morrow. At the [Am]mouth of the Foyle, bade fare[Em]well to the soil, As [G]d (azchords.com)

In eighteen-o-thDerry 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 Oh oh oh oh oh I wish I was back home in Derry Oh oh oh oh oh I wish I was back home in Derry Van Diemen's Land is a hell for a man To end out (azchords.com)

Back Home in Derry Christy Moore Back Home In Derry by Christy Moore In [Am]1803 we [Em]sailed out to sea [G]Out from the [D]sweet town of [Am]Derry [Am]For Australia bound if we [Em]didn't all drown A[G]nd the marks [D]of our fett[Am]ers we carried I[Am]n our rusty iron chai[Em]ns we sighed for our weans Our goo[Am]d women we left in sor[Em]row A[Am]s the mainsails unfurled[Em], our curses we hurled On [G]the English, [D]and thoughts[Am] of tomorrow Chorus [C]Oh..O[G]h... I w[Am]ish I was b[ (azchords.com)

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 Oh oh oh oh oh I wish I was back home in Derry Oh oh oh oh oh I wish I was back home in Derry Van Diemen's Land is a hell for a man To end out his whole life (guitartabs.cc)