作词 : Bobby Sands 作曲 : Gordon Lightfoot 制作人 : Dónal Lunny 人声 : Christy Moore In 1803 we sailed out to sea Out from the sweet town of Derry. For Australia bound if we didn't all drown And the marks of our feckles we carried In the rusty iron chains we cried for our wanes Our good women we left there in sorrow As the main sails unfurled, our curses we hurled At the English and the thoughts of tomorrow At the mouth of the Foyle, bid farwell to the soil As down below decks we were lying. O'Docherty's scream woke him out of a dream By a vision of bold Robert dying. The sun burned cruel and we dished out the gruel Dan O'Connor was down with the fever Sixty rebels today bound for botany bay How many would reach there this evening? Oh....oh, I wish I was back home in Derry. Oh....oh, I wish I was back home in Derry. I cursed them to hell, as our bow fought the swell Our ship danced like a moth in the firelight Wild horses rode high as the devil passed by Taking souls into Hades by twilight Five weeks out to sea we were now 43 We buried our comrades each morning And in our own slime, we were lost in the time Endless night without dawning Van diemens land is a hell for a man To end out his whole life in slavery Where the climate is raw and the gun makes the law Neither wind nor rain care for bravery Twenty years have gone by and I've ended my bond My comrades' ghosts walk behind me A rebel I came and I'm still the same On a cold winters night you will find me.
[00:00.00] 作词 : Bobby Sands [00:01.00] 作曲 : Gordon Lightfoot [00:02.00] 制作人 : Dónal Lunny [00:03.00] 人声 : Christy Moore [00:19.62]In 1803 we sailed out to sea [00:23.17]Out from the sweet town of Derry. [00:26.77]For Australia bound if we didn't all drown [00:30.41]And the marks of our feckles we carried [00:34.18]In the rusty iron chains we cried for our wanes [00:37.73]Our good women we left there in sorrow [00:41.71]As the main sails unfurled, our curses we hurled [00:45.30]At the English and the thoughts of tomorrow [00:49.27]At the mouth of the Foyle, bid farwell to the soil [00:54.46]As down below decks we were lying. [00:59.00]O'Docherty's scream woke him out of a dream [01:02.18]By a vision of bold Robert dying. [01:06.57]The sun burned cruel and we dished out the gruel [01:09.91]Dan O'Connor was down with the fever [01:13.84]Sixty rebels today bound for botany bay [01:17.43]How many would reach there this evening? [03:18.33][03:02.48][02:12.84][01:23.50]Oh....oh, I wish I was back home in Derry. [03:25.74][03:10.06][02:20.41][01:31.23]Oh....oh, I wish I was back home in Derry. [01:41.29]I cursed them to hell, as our bow fought the swell [01:44.21]Our ship danced like a moth in the firelight [01:48.35]Wild horses rode high as the devil passed by [01:51.73]Taking souls into Hades by twilight [01:55.86]Five weeks out to sea we were now 43 [01:59.40]We buried our comrades each morning [02:03.49]And in our own slime, we were lost in the time [02:06.92]Endless night without dawning [02:30.58]Van diemens land is a hell for a man [02:33.54]To end out his whole life in slavery [02:37.78]Where the climate is raw and the gun makes the law [02:41.41]Neither wind nor rain care for bravery [02:45.35]Twenty years have gone by and I've ended my bond [02:48.94]My comrades' ghosts walk behind me [02:52.87]A rebel I came and I'm still the same [02:56.56]On a cold winters night you will find me.
