Lonely Banna Strand, song

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

No signal answers from the shore Sir Roger sadly said
No comrades here to greet me alas they must be dead
But I must do my duty and at once I mean to land
So with his boat he pulled ashore on 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 came to my native land
And I mean to free my countrymen on lonely Banna Strand

Now they took Sir Roger prisoner and sailed for London town
And in a 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 that 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 lonely Banna Strand

Now they took Sir Roger home again in nineteen sixty five
And with his comrades of sixteen in peace his body lies
His last fond wish has been fulfilled to lay in his native land
And the wild waves roll in peace again on lonely Banna Strand