It was a good
Friday morn ing
All in the month of
May
A
German ship was signalling
Beyond out in the bay
With 20 ,000 rifles already far to land
But no answering signals did come
from their lonely valestrand
No signal, answers from the shore
Sir
Roger sadly said
No comrades here to welcome me
Alas, they must be dead
But I must do my duty,
and at once I mean to land
So in a small boat pulled ashore,
on the lonely balustrade
Now the
R .I .C. were hunting for
Sir
Roger
High and
Low
They found him at
Mackanus
Fort
Said, there you are a foe
Said he, I'm
Roger
Casement, I came to my native land,
And I mean to free my countrymen,
On the lonely
Bannistrand.
Now they took
Sir
Roger, prisoner,
And they sailed for
London town.
And in the tower they laid him,
A traitor to the crown.
Said he, am no traitor,
but his trial he had to stand
For bringing
German rifles to the lonely
Danestrand
It was 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 bandstand
Now they took
Sir
Roger home again
In the year of sixty -five
And with his comrades of sixteen
In peace and tranquillise
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
Bannistrand
And the waves will roll in peace again
On the lonely banner's throng.