C
Oh the Empire it is finished
C
No foreign lands to seize
F C
So the greedy eye of England
C G
Is stirring towards the seas
C Am
Two hundred miles from Donegal
C
There's a place that's called Rockall
F C
And the groping hands of Whitehall
G C
Are grabbing at it's walls
C Am
Oh rock on Rockall you'll never fall
C
For Britains greedy hands
F C
Oh you'll meet the same resistance
C G
Like you did in many lands
C Am
May the Seagulls rise and pluck your eyes
C
And the water crush your shell
F C
And the natural gas will burn your ass
G C
And blow you all to hell
C
This rock is part of Ireland
C
For it's written in folklore
F C
When Finn McCool took a sod of grass
C G
He threw it to the fore
C Am
When he tossed a pebble across the sea
C
Where ever did it fall
F C
For the sod became the Isle of Man
G C
Now the pebble's called Rockall
C
Oh the seas will not be silent
C
While Britannia grabs the waves
F C
And remember that the Irish
C G
Will no longer be your slaves
C Am
And remember that Britannia well
C
She rules the waves no more
F C
So keep your hands off Rockall
G C
It's Irish to the core