A [G] lonely wave is breaking on the [C] rocky Antrim [G] shore

And the [C] sighing winds are a [G] keening oe'r the [C] water's solemn [G] roar

The seabirds sweep to Heaven with a [C] loud and piercing wail

'Tis the [G] passing knell of [D] one who dies in a [C] lonely [D] English [G] jail


Along the sweltering Congo swamps, a ghastly silence falls

And the jungle trees hang lifeless like a thousand funeral palls

And dark-skinned men are heavy with a fear they cannot name

While their gentle friend is lead to death with mockery and shame


Ah, lordly Roger Casement you gave all a man could give

that Justice be unmocked at and that liberty might live

But you hurt the high and mighty ones in pocket and in pride

And that is why they hated you and that is why you died


They stripped you of your honours and they hounded you to death

And their blood lust was not sated when you gasped your dying breath

They tried to foul your memory as they fouled your corpse with lime

But God is not an Englishman and truth will tell with time


Ah, gentle Roger Casement you have blessed us in your death

They have tried to blot you from our minds, but we shall not forget

Your cause will be triumphant and when slavery's night is oe'r

Your bones shall rest, your last request, on your rocky native shore