The davitts - Rockall lyrics

The empire is finished no foreign lands to seize And the greedy eyes of England are 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 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 a** 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 gra** 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 a** 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 a** and blow you all to hell Oh rock on Rockall, you'll never fall