At 18 years old       and i rent the farm       this men came in with arms       they burnt the house       they took our lands       brooke our living plants       mi father said       if you want to live       fight them white to men       so i punch their nose       and kick their ass       but then my hands were confet       take away take away       take away take away my son (*3)       give a litle heart break gave a little soul (*2)       6 hungry years       behind the bars       were not enough for me       to change my mind       to find that all my brothers       finded tree    At 24 I get on my horse and fought my enemy    But at the fields they lay and shaking in the back   At least I did got free.      Take away...      Give a little...      Lalala lalala lalalalalalalala      Take away...      Now my bodie is dead and my spirit lives up    here with other Saints   St. Patrick and I having fun    and drinking tons of beer.         Below there the irish farmers    are fighting for their land      I wish I were there with my gun in my hand   fighting for and to be free.      Take away...   oh please don't    Take away...