Rock on Rock All - The Davitts

The empire is finished no foreign lands to seize

And the greedy eyes of England are looking towards the seas

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

And the groping hands of England are grabbing at its walls

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

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

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

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

For this rock is part of Ireland, 'cos it' s written in folklore

That Fionn MacCumhaill took a sod of grass and he threw it to the fore

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

For the sod became the Isle of Man and the pebble’s called Rockall

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

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

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

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

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

And remember that the Irish will no longer be your slaves

Remember to Britannia, well, — you rule the waves no more

So keep your hands off Rockall — it’s Irish to the core

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

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

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

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

Oh rock on Rockall, you’ll never fall