Irish guy singing on the Mount Ararat
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- Опубліковано 15 вер 2024
- A group gathered of Iranian, Turkish, Kurdis, Irish, Hungarian people in a mountain camping place half way to the top of Mount Ararat in 2008. The singing and dancing were the most common language rather than the English :O))
The singer is from Ireland. Pat, thank you for your singing!!!
Back Home In Derry
Title:
Back Home In Derry
Lyrics by:
Bobby Sands
Recorded by:
Christy Moore
and
Seven Nations
Category:
Internment and Prison Protest
and
The Troubles
It was 1803 when we sailed out to sea
And away from the sweet town of Derry.
For Australia bound, if we didn't all drown,
The marks of our fetters we'd carry.
Our ship was the Gull, fourteen days out of Hull
And on orders to carry the croppy
Like a ghost in the night as she sailed out of sight
Leaving many a wee'an unhappy
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.
In our rusty iron chains, we cried out for our wee'ans.
Our good wives we'd left in our sorrow.
As the main sails unfurled, our curses we hurled
At the English and thoughts of tomorrow
At the mouth of the Foyle, bade farewell to our soil
As the sea turned as blue as the heavens.
The breeze filled our sails of a yellowish pale
And the captain lay drunk in his cabin.
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.
The Gull cut the sea, carving our destiny
And the sea spray rose white and came flying.
O'Doherty screamed, awoken out of his dreams
By a vision of bold Robert dyin'.
The sun burnt us cruel as they dished out the gruel
Dan O'Conner lay dying with fever
60 Rebels today, bound for Botany Bay
God, how many would reach the receiver?
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.
I cursed them to Hell as our bow fought the swell
And we danced like a moth in the firelight
White horses rode high, as the Devil passed by
Taking souls to Hades in the twilight.
Five weeks out to sea, we were now 43
And the strongest wept bitter like children.
Jesus, we screeched and our God we beseeched
But all we got was a prayer from the pilgrim.
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.
In our own slime, we were lost in the time
Hoping God in his mercy would claim us,
But our spirits shone high like stars in the sky
We were rebels and no man would tame us.
We were all about lost, two round score was our cost
When the man on the mast shouted, "Land hoe!"
The crew gave a cheer as we cradled our fear
And the fathoms gave up and we swam low.
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.
Van Diemans 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 long years have gone and I've ended my bond
My comrade's ghosts walk beside me.
A rebel I came, I'll die just the same
It's on the cold wind at night that you'll find me.
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.
Oh Oh Oh Oh I wish I was back home in Derry.
what a wonderful bit of cultural exchange. Music does bind us. thank you for sharing. that must have been an amazing trip.
Bobby Sands wrote the lyrics in the H-Blocks and Christy Moore played it for him. Song is called "Back Home In Derry"
Much love from an Irish-American.
Bravo
I could hear this man sing all day
i wish i was in a pub with my friends and drinking a dark beer with foam on top. and i get a wee bit weazy laddy
People should sing more - men and women. Like in the past they did. It is natural.
I love singing too. And i love listening when others sing.
oooooooooooooooh I wish I was back home in Derry
hooray
yes, but he made a bollix of the song,
Sounds like the Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald...
You are on Armenian holy mountain. The origin of Armenians
You are right to sing a bit of an Irish song. I thought you did a good job. short and sweet,like an asses gallop.