C 
Oh the Empire it is finished 
       C 
No foreign lands to seize 
       F             C 
So the greedy eye of England 
      C                  G 
Is stirring towards the seas 
      C                  Am 
Two hundred miles from Donegal 
            C 
There's a place that's called Rockall 
          F                  C 
And the groping hands of Whitehall 
      G               C 
Are grabbing at it's walls 


[Refrão]

    C                            Am 
Oh rock on Rockall you'll never fall 
    C 
For Britains greedy hands 
          F               C 
Oh you'll meet the same resistance 
          C            G 
Like you did in many lands 
         C                            Am 
May the Seagulls rise and pluck your eyes 
         C 
And the water crush your shell 
         F               C 
And the natural gas will burn your ass 
     G               C 
And blow you all to hell 

       C 
This rock is part of Ireland 
          C 
For it's written in folklore 
       F                 C 
When Finn McCool took a sod of grass 
     C              G 
He threw it to the fore 
         C                         Am 
When he tossed a pebble across the sea 
      C 
Where ever did it fall 
        F               C 
For the sod became the Isle of Man 
         G               C 
Now the pebble's called Rockall 


[Refrão]

        C 
Oh the seas will not be silent 
        C 
While Britannia grabs the waves 
        F               C 
And remember that the Irish 
          C             G 
Will no longer be your slaves 
        C                    Am 
And remember that Britannia well 
      C 
She rules the waves no more 
    F                    C 
So keep your hands off Rockall 
     G             C 
It's Irish to the core