Rockall

The empire is finished no foreign lands to seize
And the greedy eyes of England is looking towards the seas
Two hundred miles from Donegal, --- there's a place that's called Rockall
And the groping hands of England are grabbing at its walls

Oh rock on Rockall, you'll never fall --- to Britain's greedy hands
And you'll meet the same resistance that 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.

For this rock is part of Ireland, 'cos it' s written in folklore
That Fionn MacCumhaill took a sod of grass and he threw it to the fore,
Then he tossed a pebble across the sea, --- where ever it did fall,
For the sod became the Isle of Man and the pebble's called Rockall.

Oh rock on Rockall, you'll never fall --- to Britain's greedy hands
Or you'll meet the same resistance that 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.

Now the seas will not be silent, while Britannia rules the waves
And remember that the Irish will no longer be your slaves,
Remember to Britannia, well, --- you rule the waves no more
So keep your hands off Rockall, it's Irish to the core.

Oh rock on Rockall, you'll never fall --- to Britain's greedy hands
Or you'll meet the same resistance that 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.

Oh rock on Rockall, you'll never fall

TERUG