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Verse 1
D A
D
Oh the Empire, it is finished
No foreign lands to seize
G D
So the greedy eye of England
A
Is turning towards the seas
D Bm
Two hundred miles from Donegal
D
There's a place that's called Rockall
G D
And the groping hands of Whitehall
A D
Are grabbing at it's walls
Chorus
Bm
Oh rock on Rockall, you'll never fall
D
For Britains greedy hands
G D A
Oh you'll meet the same resistance like you did in many lands
D Bm
May the seagulls rise and pluck your eyes
D
And the water crush your shell
G D
And the natural gas will your burn ass
A D
And blow you all to hell
Verse 2
D
This rock is part of Ireland
For it's written in folklore
G D
When Finn McCool took a sod of grass
A
He threw it to the fore
D Bm
When he tossed a pebble across the sea
D
Where ever did it fall
G D
For the sod became the Isle of Man
A D
Now the pebble's called Rockall
Chorus
Verse 3
D
Oh the seas will not be silent
While Brittania grabs the waves
G D
And remember that the Irish
A
Will no longer be your slaves
D Bm
And remember that Brittania well
D
She rules the waves no more
G D
So keep your hands off Rockall
A D
It's Irish to the core.
Chorus
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