Текст песни Banna Strand - The Wolfe Tones
′Twas
on
Good
Friday
morning,
All
in
the
month
of
May,
A
German
Ship
was
signalling,
Be
yond
out
in
the
Bay,
We
had
twenty
thousand
rifles
All
ready
for
to
land,
But
no
answering
signal
did
come
From
the
lonely
Banna
Strand.
"No
signal
answers
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
On
the
lovely
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,
I
mean
to
free
my
countrymen
On
the
lonely
Banna
Strand.
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.
They
took
Sir
Roger
home
again
In
the
year
of
′65,
And
with
his
comrades
of
′16
In
peace
and
tranquil
lies,
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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