Biography:
The Wolfe Tones is an Irish rebel music band that incorporates elements of Irish traditional music. Formed in 1963, their most recognizable line-up that lasted for nearly 37 years until January 2001 was brothers Brian Warfield and Derek Warfield, and Noel Nagle, and Tommy Byrne. The band take its name from the Irish rebel and patriot Theobald Wolfe Tone, one of the leaders of the Irish Rebellion of 1798, with the double entendre of a wolf tone – a spurious sound that can affect instruments of the violin family.
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Oh the Empire it is finished
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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
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There's a place that's called Rockall
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And the groping hands of Whitehall
G C
Are grabbing at it's walls
[Chorus]
C Am
Oh rock on Rockall you'll never fall
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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
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And the water crush your shell
F C
And the natural gas will burn your ass
G C
And blow you all to hell
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This rock is part of Ireland
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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
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Where ever did it fall
F C
For the sod became the Isle of Man
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Now the pebble's called Rockall
[Chorus]
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
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She rules the waves no more
F C
So keep your hands off Rockall
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It's Irish to the core
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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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
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