ROCK ON ROCKALL (Key: Usually F with capo; often D)

G  D  A7  D

             D                                 A                          D

Oh the empire is finished no foreign lands to seize

            G                      D                                                      A

So the greedy eyes of England are looking towards the seas

         D                                         Bm                 D

Two hundred miles from Donegal, there's a place that's called Rockall

               G                           D                     A                        D

And the groping hands of Whitehall are grabbing at its walls

[chorus]

       D                                                Bm                 D

Oh  rock on Rockall, you'll never  fall … fall to Britain's greedy hands

                 G                         D                                                A

Or you'll meet the same resistance that you did in many lands

                D                                          Bm                D

May the seagulls rise to pluck your eyes and the water crush your shell,

               G                         D                            A7                      D

And the natural gas will burn your ass and blow you all to hell.

         D                                                 A                         D

This rock is part of Ireland, for it' s written in folk - lore

G                                       D                                                       A

Fionn MaCum’ll took a sod of grass and he threw it to the fore,

               D                                         Bm             D

Then he tossed a pebble across the sea, where ever it did fall,

              G                        D                         A                              D

For the sod became the Isle of Man,  the pebble's called Rockall.

               D                                                    A                         D

Now the seas will not be silent, while Britannia grabs the waves

     G                           D                                              A

Remember that the Irish will no longer be your slaves,

     D                                       Bm           D

Remember that Britannia, well, - she rules the waves no more

     G                          D                          A                 D

So keep your hands off Rockall - it's Irish to the core.