19. yüzyılda sürgüne gönderilen irlandalı asileri anlatan bir parça yazarı boby sands siyasi kısmına girmek istemiyorum ama bu şarkıda hayattan çok şey buluyorum kendimce kendi hayatımdan
In eighteen-o-three 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 our rusty iron chains we cried for our weans
Our good women we left in sorrow
As the main sails unfurled, our curses we hurled
On the English and thoughts of tomorrow
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
I cursed them to hell as our bow fought the swell
As down below decks we were lying
O'Doherty screamed, woken out of a dream
By a vision of bold Robert dying
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 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
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
hayatı bir sürgün gibi yaşıyorum sanki? insanın hayallerinden sürülmesi geleceğinin hapsedilmesi geldi aklıma fazla kişiselleştiriyorum galiba ama cuk diye oturan bir parça cız ediyor?