G'day,
Her's how it should look:-

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,
The marks of our fetters we carried
In the rusty iron chains we cried for our weans,
Our good women we left in sorrow.
As the mainsails unfurled our curses we hurled
At the English and thoughts of tomorrow.

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

At the mouth of the Foyle Bade farewell to the soil
As down below decks we were lyin'
O'Doherty screamed wakened 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?

We 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 Paddy's* 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.

Van Diemen's 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 years have gone by, I have ended my bond,
My comrades ghosts walk beside me.
A rebel I came, I'm still the same,
On the cold winds of night you will find me.

* short for Paddy's Purgatory.

Cheers,
Alan