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'Twas on Good friday morning all in the month of may. A German ship was signalling beyond out in the bay with twenty thousand rifles all ready for to land. But no answering signal did come from the lonely Banna Stand. |
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"No signal answer from the shore" Sir Roger 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. |
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Now the R.I.C. were hunting for Sir Rogers high and low, they found him in McKenna's Fort, said they "you are out foe". Said he "I'm Roger Caement, I've come to my native land and I mean to free my countrymen on the lonely Banna Strand". |
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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. |
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'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 sand his requiem on the lonely Banna Strand. |
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