Take Away (The Kelly Family)

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 My 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 (3x) Give a litle heart break gave a little soul (2x) 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...