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In 1803 we sailed out to seaOut from the sweet town of DerryFor Australia bound, if we didn´t all drownAnd the marks of our fetters we carriedIn rsuty iron chains we cried for our wainsOur good women we left in sorrowAs the mainsails unfurled our curses we hurledOn England and thoughts of tomorrow.At the mouth of the Foyle bid farewell to the soilAs down below decks we were lyingO´Doherty screamed, woken out of a dreamBy a vision of bold Robert dyingThe sun burnt cruel as we dished out the gruelDan O´Connor was down with a feverSixty rebels today bound for Botany BayHow many will reach their reciever?We cursed them to hell as our bow fought the swellOur ship danced like a moth in the firelightWhite horses rode high as the devil passed byTaking souls to Hades by twilightFive weeks out to sea, we were now fourty-threeWe buried our comrades each morningIn our own slime, lost in a timeEndless night without dawning.SongtexteVan Dieman´s Land is a hell for a manTo end up his whole life in slaveryWhere the climate is raw and the gun makes the lawNeither wind nor the rain cares for braveryTwenty years have gone by and I´ve ended my bondMy comrades`ghosts walk behind meA rebel I came and I´m still the sameOn the cold winds of night you will find me.I wish I was back home in Derry.( words written by Bobby Sands, MP ) Aus Songtexte Mania