Lyrics:
What a court hath old England of folly and sin
Spite of Chatham and Camden and Barber and Glynn
Not content with the game that they tax fish and sea
And America drenched with hot water and tea
Derry down, down, down Derry down
Derry down, down, down, Derry down
There’s no knowing where this oppression will stop
Some say there’s no cure but a capital chop
And that I believe’s each American’s wish
To drown them with tea and deprive them of fish
Derry down, down, down Derry down
Derry down, down, down Derry down
Three Generals the Crown has just sent ‘cross the sea
To deprive them of fish and to make them drink tea
Iin terms that these free men will boldly agree
to give them a dance upon Liberty’s tree
Derry down, down, down Derry down
Derry down, down, down Derry down
Freedom’s the word both at home and abroad
So out every scabbard that hides a good sword
Our forefathers gave us this freedom in hand
And we’ll die in defense of the rights of our land
Derry down, down, down Derry down
Derry down, down, down Derry down!