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    Bobby Sands (1954-1981) was an Irish nationalist and member of the Provisional Irish Republican Army who died on a hunger strike while imprisoned at HM Prison Maze. He was elected to the British Parliament while in prison. The document is the lyrics to "Back Home in Derry" a folk song about Irish political prisoners being transported to Australia in 1803, expressing their longing to return home and lamenting their fate. It describes the harsh conditions of the voyage and life in bondage upon arrival.

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    Bobby Sands (1954-1981) was an Irish nationalist and member of the Provisional Irish Republican Army who died on a hunger strike while imprisoned at HM Prison Maze. He was elected to the British Parliament while in prison. The document is the lyrics to "Back Home in Derry" a folk song about Irish political prisoners being transported to Australia in 1803, expressing their longing to return home and lamenting their fate. It describes the harsh conditions of the voyage and life in bondage upon arrival.

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    Bobby Sands (1954-1981) was an Irish nationalist and member of the Provisional Irish Republican Army who died on a hunger strike while imprisoned at HM Prison Maze. He was elected to the British Parliament while in prison. The document is the lyrics to "Back Home in Derry" a folk song about Irish political prisoners being transported to Australia in 1803, expressing their longing to return home and lamenting their fate. It describes the harsh conditions of the voyage and life in bondage upon arrival.

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    Bobby Sands (1954-1981) was an Irish nationalist and member of the Provisional Irish Republican Army who died on a hunger strike while imprisoned at HM Prison Maze. He was elected to the British Parliament while in prison. The document is the lyrics to "Back Home in Derry" a folk song about Irish political prisoners being transported to Australia in 1803, expressing their longing to return home and lamenting their fate. It describes the harsh conditions of the voyage and life in bondage upon arrival.

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     Bobby Sands (9 March 1954 ʹ 5 May 1981),
    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bobby_Sands

    
    Em - G - D - A - Em - G - D - Em - Bm
    
    c In  1803 we sailed out to sea, 

     out from the  sweet town of  Derry.
    We͛re Australia bound, if we  didn't all drown,
    and the
    marks of our fetters we carried.

    In our (A) rusty iron chains we (Em)cried for our weans,


    our good (A) women we left in (Bm) sorrow.
    As the (Em) mainsails unfurled, our (G) curses we hurled
    on the (D) English, and (A) thoughts of to- (Em)-morrow.

    
    (G) O........(D)oh, I (Em) wish I was (D) back home in (Em) Derry 

    
    At the mouth of the Foyle, bid farwell to the soil
    As down below decks we were lying.
    O'Docherty' screamed, woken out of a dreamBy a vision of bold Robert dying.
    The sun burned cruel as we dished out the gruelDan O'Connor was down with a fever
    Sixty rebels today bound for Botany Bay.How many would reach their receiver? (CHORUS)
    _
    I cursed them to hell as her bow fought the swell, our ship danced like a moth in the firelight.
    White horses rode high as the devil passed by,taking souls to Hades by twilight.
    Five weeks out to sea, we were now forty-three,we buried our comrades each morning.
    In our own slime we were lost in a timeof endless night without dawning. (CHORUS)

    _
    an Diemen's land is a hell for a man,
    to vent 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, I've ended my bond,
    my comrades ghosts walk behind me.
    A rebel I came, I'm still the same,on the cold winters night you will find me. . (CHORUS
    )(CHORUS) (CHORUS) (CHORUS)

    5/5/81
    Bobby Sands MP. Anti H-Block Party. ( Officer Commanding of the IRA prisoners in Long Kesh)

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