Rock On Rock All Lyrics - Singles - Wolfe Tones

Oh the Empire it is finished 

No foreign lands to seize 

So the greedy eye of England 

I stirring towards the seas 

Two hundred miles from Donegal 

There's a place that's called Rockall 

And the groping hands of Whitehall 

Are grabbing at it's walls. 

[Chorus] 

Oh rock on Rockall you'll never fall 

For Britains greedy hands 

Oh you'll meet the same resistance 

Like 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 

This rock is part of Ireland 

For it's written in folklore 

When Finn McCool took a sod of grass 

He threw it to the fore 

When he tossed a pebble across the sea 

Where ever did it fall 

For the sod became the Isle of Man 

Now the pebble's called Rockall 

[Chorus] 

Oh the seas will not be silent 

While Britannia grabs the waves 

And remember that the Irish 

Will no longer be your slaves 

And remember that Britannia well 

She rules the waves no more 

So keep your hands off Rockall 

It's Irish to the core. 

[Chorus]