A lonely wave is beating on the rocky Antrim shore
And the sighing winds are keening with the water's solemn roar
The seabirds weep to heaven with a loud and piercing wail
As the passing knell of one who died in a lonely English 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 led to death with mockery and shame
Lordly Roger Casement you gave all a man could give
That justice be not mocked at and that liberty might live
But you hurt the high and the 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 honors and they hounded you to death
And their bloodlust was not sated as you gasped your dying breath
They tried to foul your memory as they fouled your corpse with lies
But God is not an Englishman and truth will tell in time
Gentle Roger Casement you have left us in your death
They have tried to blot you from our mind but we will not forget
Your cause will be triumphant when slavery's night is o'er
Your bones shall rest at your last request on the rocky Murlough shore