By James Conway Sullivan
Listen to the sad story of a small island, off the coast of County Donegal, Ireland. The name of this island is Rockall. We’ll tell the story via song "Rock on Rockall."
Rock on Rockall…
You’ll never fall
To Britain’s greedy hands,
For you’ll meet the same resistance,
Like you did in many lands…
May the seagulls rise and pluck your eyes,
And the waters crush your shell
And the natural gas, will burn your ass,
And Blow you all to hell….
All the fuss is about this tiny island called Rockall. Uninhabited for hundreds of years, it once was an austere Irish Monastic colony -- presently, the Republic of Ireland. Norway and Britain are in the world court slugging it out on this one. Rockall has always been viewed as part of Ireland, now, why all the recent claims? Because, millions and millions of pounds of natural gas have been discovered under Rockall.
So, a few years ago "Mother" England dispatched a handful of soldiers and a Union Jack to plant on Rockall.
This rock is part of Ireland,
Sure it’s written in folklore,
That Finn McCool took a sod of grass
And threw it to the fore
And he tossed its pebbles across the sea
Wherever did it fall?
Oh sad became the isle of Man,
But its pebbles’ called Rockall…
According to Irish folklore, Finn McCool was a legendary giant who formed all the islands around Ireland and Britain by pilling chunks of earth out of the ground and hurling them afar. Sad became the isle of man, because it’s a Celtic country, still under the yoke of British imperialism.
Oh the seas will not be silent,
While Brittania grabs the waves,
And remember that the Irish will no longer be your slaves,
Remember that Brittania well,
She rules the waves no more,
So keep your hands off Rockall,
She’s Irish to the core…
A few years ago the matter was submitted to the world court, where it has and will languish for years. But the arguments and rancor continue, as Britain’s insatiable greed, once again creates problems.
Oh the empire it is finished.
No foreign lands to seize.
So the greedy eye of England is turning towards the seas (witness also the malvines/falklands dispute-Argentina)
Two hundred miles off Donegal,
There’s a place that’s called Rockall,
And the groping hands of Whitehall are grabbing at its walls…
The dispute continues and the uninhabited, ancient monastic colony of Irish monks is in a worldwide controversy generated by British greed.
Please, God, that justice and fairness is recognized and enforced.