时间：2014-07-11
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Banna Strand (The Ballad of Roger Casement) - The Wolfe Tones
'Twas on good Friday morning
All in the month of May
A German ship was signaling
Beyond 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 RIC 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
