[Verse]
Oh, the Empire, it is finished, no foreign lands to seize,
So the greedy eye of England is turning towards the seas,
Two hundred miles from Donegal, there's a place they called Rockall,
And the groping hands of England are grabbing at its wall.

[Chorus]
Oh, Rockall, Rockall, you'll never fall, to Britain's greedy hands,
And 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 ya all to hell.

[Verse]
This rock is part of Ireland, for it's written in folklore,
When Finn McCool took the sod of grass, he threw it to the floor,
Then he tossed a pebble across the sea, where ever did it fall?
But the sod became the Isle of Man and the pebble's called Rockall.

[Chorus]
Oh, Rockall, Rockall, you'll never fall, to Britain's greedy hands,
And you'll meet the same resistance like you did in many lands,
May the seagulls rise and pluck your eyes, may the water crush your shell,
And the natural gas will burn your ass and blow you all to hell.

[Verse]
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, ah, she rules the waves no more,
So keep your hands off Rockall, cause it's Irish to the core.

[Chorus]
Oh, Rockall, Rockall, you'll never fall, to Britain's greedy hands,
And 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,
And the natural gas will burn your ass and blow you all to hell.