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Bb F C F

Oh the empire it is finished no foreign lands to steal	F
so the greedy eye of England is turning towards the seas	Bb F C
Two hundred miles from Donegal	F Dm
There's a place that's called Rockall	F
And the groping hands of whitehall	Bb F
are grabbing at it's wall	C F

Oh Rock on Rockall you'll never fall	F Dm
to Britain's greedy hands and you'll meet the same resistance	F Bb F
like you did in many lands	C
May the seagulls rise and pluck your eyes and the water crush you shell	F Dm F
and the natural gas will burn your ass and blow you all to hell	Bb F C F

This rock is part of Ireland it's written in folklore	F
When Finn McCool took a sod of grass He threw it to the fore	Bb F C
Then he tossed a pebble across the sea	F Dm
Where ever did it fall, the sod became the Isle of Man	F Bb F
The pebble's called Rockall	C F

Oh Rock on Rockall you'll never fall	F Dm
to Britain's greedy hands and you'll meet the same resistance	F Bb F
like you did in many lands	C
May the seagulls rise and pluck your eyes and the water crush you shell	F Dm F
and the natural gas will burn your ass and blow you all to hell	Bb F C F

Oh the seas will not be silent while Britannia rules the waves	F
And remember that the Irish will no longer be your slaves	Bb F C
And remember that Britannia well she rules the waves no more	F Dm F
So keep your hands off Rockall, it's Irish to the core	Bb F C F

Oh Rock on Rockall you'll never fall	F Dm
to Britain's greedy hands and you'll meet the same resistance	F Bb F
like you did in many lands	C
May the seagulls rise and pluck your eyes and the water crush you shell	F Dm F
and the natural gas will burn your ass and blow you all to hell	Bb F C F

Bb F C F