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)