Album Name : 50 Irish Rebel Songs - The Definitive Collection
Release Date : 2008-01-16
Song Duration : 2:29
Davitts Rockall
Oh the empire is finished no foreign lands to seize
So 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 Whitehall 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.
Now 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.
