In [a] 1803 we [e] sailed out to the sea
[G] Out from the [D] sweet town of [a] Derry
For [a] Australia bound if we [e] didn’t all drown
And the [G] marks of our [D] fetters we [a] carried
In our [a] rusty iron chains we [e] sighed for our wains
Our [a] good women we left in [e] sorrow
As the [a] mainsails unfurled, our [e] curses we hurled
On the [G] English, and [D] thoughts of to[a]morrow

[C] Oh [G] I [a] wish I was [G] back home in [a] Derry
[C] Oh [G] how I [a] wish I was [G] back home in [a] Derry

At the mouth of the Foyle, bid farewell to the soil
As down below decks we were lying
O’Doherty screamed, woken out of a dream
By a vision of bold Robert dying
The sun burned cruel as we dished out the gruel
Dan O’Connor was down with a fever
Sixty rebels today bound for Botany Bay
How many will meet their receiver

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
Our comrades we buried each morning
In our own slime we were lost in a time
Of endless night without dawning

Van Diemen’s land is a hell for a man
To live 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 and I’m still the same
On a cold winters night you may find me

Ride On

Christy Moore (Hauptdarsteller). Rhino 1984, MP3-Download, € 5,99

[e] True you ride the finest horse [C] I’ve ever seen,
[D] Standing 16 1″ or 2″ with [e] eyes wild and green,
You ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch.
I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to.

Ride on, see you, I could never go with you,
No matter how I wanted to.

When you ride into the night without a trace behind,
Run your claw along my gut, one last time;
I turn to face an empty space where you used to lie
And look for the spark to light the night through the teardrop in my eye

Black Is The Colour (Christy Moore – Version)

[b] Black is the [G] colour [A] of my true love’s [b] hair
Her lips are [G] like [A] some roses [b] fair
She has the sweetest [G] smile [A] and the gentelest [b] hands
And I love the [G] ground [A] whereon she [b] stands

I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
I wish the day it soon would come
When she and I could be as one

I go to the clyde, and I mourn and weep
For satisfied I never can be
I wrote her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffer death for a thousand times

For black is the colour of my true love’s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands

Black Is The Colour (Alternativer Text)

Black Is The Colour (alternativ)
I go to the clyde for to mourn and weep
But satisfied I never can sleep
I’ll write to you in a few short lines
And suffer death ten thousand times

I know my love and well she knows
I love the grass whereon she goes
If she on earth no more I see
My life will quickly fade away

A winter’s past and the leaves are green
The time has past that we have seen
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I will be as one

So fare you well, my own true love
The time has passed, but I wish you well
But still I hope the time will come
When yoz and I will be as one

I love my love my love, and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
The prettiest face and the neatest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands

Black is the colour of my true love’s hair
Her lips are like some rosy fair
The purest eyes and the neatest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands

Black Is The Colour

Christy Moore (Hauptdarsteller). Columbia 1998, MP3-Download, € 0,99

Black Is The Colour [Album Version]

The Corrs (Hauptdarsteller). EastWest U.K. 2005, MP3-Download, € 0,98

Studio 150

Paul Weller. Mercury (Universal) 2004, Audio CD, € 4,20

Rein vom Hören her finde ich die Version von Christy Moore am besten, aber auch die von The Corrs und die von Paul Weller sind sehr gut gelungen (: