Banna Strand

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Twas on Good Friday morning, all in the month of May
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A German ship was signalling, beyond out in the bay
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We've twenty thousand rifles, all ready for to land
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But no answering signal did come from the lonely Banna Strand

'No signal answered from the shore' Sir Roger sadly said
'No comrades here to meet me, alas they must be dead
But I must do my duty and at once I mean to land'
So in a small boat rowed ashore to the lonely Banna Strand

Now the R.I.C. were hunting for Sir Roger high and low
They found him in McKenna's Fort, said they 'you are our foe'
Said he 'I'm Roger Casement, I've come to my native land
And I mean to free my countrymen on the lonely Banna Strand

Now they took Sir Roger prisoner and sailed for London Town
And in the tower they laid him, a traitor to the Crown
Said he 'I am no traitor', but his trial he had to stand
For bringing German rifles to the lonely Banna Strand

Twas in an English prison that they led him to his death
'I'm dying for my country' he said with his last breath
They buried him in British soil, far from his native land
And the wild waves sing his requiem on the lonely Banna Strand

Now they took Sir Roger home again in the year of '65
And with his comrades of '16 in peace and tranquil noise
His last fond wish it is fulfilled, for to lie in his native land
And the waves will roll in peace again, on the lonely Banna Strand

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