At 18 years old And i ran the farm This men came in with arms They burnt the house They took our lands They broke our living plants Me father said If you want to live You fight them like a man So I punched their nose And then I kicked their a** But then my hands were cuffed Take away, take away, take away Take it away, my son Give a litle heart break, give a little soul 6 hungry years Behind the bars Were not enough for me To change my mind For fighting for my brothers From the tree So t 24 I get on my horse and fought my enemy But at the fields of play they shot me in the back Well, at least I did die 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 Meanwhile on Earth the irish clans Are fighting for their land I wish I were there with my gun in my hand Fighting for them to be free Take away... Oh please don't Take away...