I Come from an Island - Snakefinger

Rocks, all 'round our island there are rocks

On which our ships all dock

They crumble into grains of sand

Upon which our island stands

I come from an eye land (listen)

I come from a nigh land

Fish, that’s all we get to eat here, fish

It is our national dish

But one day if our dream comes true

We’ll barbecue a cockatoo

I come from an island (listen)

I come from an 'igh land