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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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