The Wolfe Tones - Rock on rockall

Oh the Emp^Cire it is finished No fore^Cign lands to seize So the ^Fgreedy eye of ^CEngland Is sti^Crring towards the s^Geas Two hu^Cndred miles from Do^Amnegal There's a pl^Cace that's called Rockall And the gr^Foping hands of Whit^Cehall Are gr^Gabbing at it's w^Calls

Oh r^Cock on Rockall you'll never f^Amall For ^CBritains greedy hands Oh you'll ^Fmeet the same re^Csistance Like you d^Cid in many la^Gnds May the S^Ceagulls rise and pluck your e^Amyes And the w^Cater crush your shell And the n^Fatural gas will ^Cburn your ass And b^Glow you all to h^Cell

This ro^Cck is part of Ireland For it's w^Critten in folklore When Fi^Fnn McCool took a s^Cod of grass He th^Crew it to the f^Gore When he t^Cossed a pebble across the ^Amsea Where ^Cever did it fall For the ^Fsod became the I^Csle of Man Now the p^Gebble's called R^Cockall

Oh the s^Ceas will not be silent While Br^Citannia grabs the waves And reme^Fmber that the Ir^Cish Will no lo^Cnger be your s^Glaves And reme^Cmber that Britannia w^Amell She ru^Cles the waves no more So k^Feep your hands off Ro^Cckall It's ^GIrish to the c^Core