Collection of Irish Song Lyrics
Rock on Rockall
Copyright: @Skin Music
Oh! the empire it is finished no foreign lands to seize
So the greedy eye of England is
Stirring towards the seas
Two hundred miles from Donegal, there's a place that's called Rockall
And the groping hands of Whitehall
are grabbing at its walls
CHORUS
Oh, Rock on Rockall, may you never fall for Britain's greedy hands
Oh you'll meet the same resistance
like you did in many lands
May the seagulls rise and pluck your eyes and the water crush your shell,
And the natural gas will burn your ass and blow you all to hell.
This rock is part of Ireland
for it' s written in folklore
When Finn MacCool took a sod of grass he threw it to the fore,
When he tossed a pebble across the sea where ever did it fall,
For the sod became the Isle of Man
and the pebble' s called Rockall.
Oh the seas will not be silent
while Britannia grabs the waves
And remember that the Irish
will no longer be your slaves
And remember that Britannia well
she rules the waves no more
So keep your hands off Rockall
it's Irish to the core.
