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Песня на стихи Роберта Джерарда Сэндза, который больше известен как Бобби Сэндз (Bobby Sands). Этот поэт был членом ИРА и умер в тюрьме во время голодовки за права политических заключённых. Песню “Back Home in Derry” Бобби Сэндз написал уже в тюрьме. Она повествует о событиях начала XIX века, когда ирландских мятежников отправляли на каторгу в Австралию.
The song for the verses of Robert Gerard Sandza, who is better known as Bobby Sands. This poet was a member of Ira and died in prison during a hunger strike for the rights of political prisoners. Bobby Sands wrote the song “Back Home in Derry” in prison. It tells about the events of the beginning of the 19th century, when the Irish rebels were sent to hard labor to Australia.
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In 1803 we sailed out to sea
In 1803 we sailed out to sea
Out from the sweet town of Derry
Out from the Sweet Town of Derry
For Australia bound if we didn’t all drown
For Australia Bound If We Vidn’t Drown
And the marks of our fetters we carried.
And the Marks of Oour Fetters We Carried.
In the rusty iron chains we sighed for our wains
In the Rusty Iron Chains We Sighed for OUR Wains
As our good wives we left in sorrow.
As OUR Good Wves We Left in Sorrow.
As the mainsails unfurled our curses we hurled
As the Mainsails UNFURLED OURS CURSES We Hurled
On the English and thoughts of tomorrow.
On the English and Thumbs of Tomorrow.
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.
OH OH OH I WISH I WAS BACK Home in Derry.
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.
OH OH OH I WISH I WAS BACK Home in Derry.
I cursed them to hell as our bow fought the swell.
I Cursed Them to Hell as Oour Bow Founge The Swell.
Our ship danced like a moth in the firelights.
OUR SHIP DANCED Like A Moth in the Firelights.
White horses rode high as the devil passed by
White Horses Rode High as the Devil Passed by
Taking souls to Hades by twilight.
Taking Souls to Hades by Twilight.
Five weeks out to sea we were now forty-three
Five Weeks Out to Sea Were now Forty-Three
Our comrades we buried each morning.
OUR Comrades We Buried Each Morning.
In our own slime we were lost in a time.
In OUR Own Slime We Were Lost in A Time.
Endless night without dawning.
Endless Night Without Dawning.
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.
OH OH OH I WISH I WAS BACK Home in Derry.
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.
OH OH OH I WISH I WAS BACK Home in Derry.
Van Dieman’s land is a hell for a man
Van Dieman’s Land is a Hell for a Man
To live out his life in slavery.
To live out his life in slvery.
When the climate is raw and the gun makes the law.
When The Climate Is Raw and the Gun Makes The Law.
Neither wind nor rain cares for bravery.
Neither Wind Nor Rain Cares for Bravey.
Twenty years have gone by and I’ve ended me bond
Twenty YEARS HAVE GONE BY AND'VE ENDED ME BOND
And comrades’ ghosts are behind me.
And comrades ’ghosts are behind me.
A rebel I came and I’ll die the same.
A Rebel I Came and I’ll die the Same.
On the cold winds of night you will find me
On the Cold Winds of Night You Will Find Me
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.
OH OH OH I WISH I WAS BACK Home in Derry.
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.
OH OH OH I WISH I WAS BACK Home in Derry.
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