LyriXML: Rock On, Rockall (The Fighting Men From Crossmaglen )

introBb F C F

Oh the empire it is finished no foreign lands to stealF
so the greedy eye of England is turning towards the seasBb F C
Two hundred miles from DonegalF Dm
There's a place that's called RockallF
And the groping hands of whitehallBb F
are grabbing at it's wallC F

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

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

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

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

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

Bb F C F