(lyrics are written by B Warfeild)
oh the empire it is finished
no foreign lands to seize
so the greedy eye of england
is stirring towards the seas
two hundred miles from donegal
there's a place called rockall
and the groping hands of whitehall
are grabbing at its walls
chourus
oh rock on rockall youll never fall
for britains greedy hands
oh youll 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 will burn your ass
and blow you all to hell
this rock is part of ireland
for its written in folklore
when finn mccool took a sod of grass
he trew 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
and the pebble's called rockall
chourus
repeat 1st verse and chourus
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Thanks to (squire111) for correcting these lyrics. May 19, 2008
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oh the empire it is finished
no foreign lands to seize
so the greedy eye of england
is stirring towards the seas
two hundred miles from donegal
there's a place called rockall
and the groping hands of whitehall
are grabbing at its walls
chourus
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