Banna Strand Songtext
von Dermot O’Brien

′Twas On Good Friday Morning
All In The Month Of May
A German Ship Was Signalling
Beyond There In The Bay
With Twenty Thousand Rifles
All Ready For To Land
But No Answering Signal Came
From The Lonely Banna Strand
"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 Boat He Pulled Ashore
To Lonely Banna Strand
The German Ship Was Lying There
With Rifles By The Store
Up Came A British Ship And Spoke
"No Germans Reached The Shore


You Are Our Empires Enemy
And So We Bid You Stand
No German Foot Shall Ever Loot
The Lonely Banna Strand"
They Took Sir Roger Prisoner
And Sailed For London Town
And In The Tower They Laid Him
As 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 Laid Him In A Prison Yard
Far From His Native Land
And The Wild Waves Sing His Requiem
On Lonely Banna Strand
They Took Sir Roger Home Again
In The Year Of '65
And With His Comrades Of '16
In Tranquil Peace He Lies
His Last Fond Wish It Is Fulfilled
Lie In His Native Land
And The Waves Will Roll In Peace Again
On The Lonely Banna Strand