My people, my people why can't you see.
That the English are only hurting you and me.
They took our land,
they took our pride,
they took us for not such a joyous ride.
My people, my people, can't you hear.
These stingy English men are our greatest fears.
They take our people make them into slaves.
They took our resources abuse them and misbehave.
They took my heart and turned it into stone.
They took my life and crushed my bones.
Am I the only one who will fight?
You are the people you have your rights.
Down with the English men, so they will hear.
All they are is fat and drink lots of beer.
People my people don't follow me.
Do whats in your hearts, and how its suppose to be.
I will fight these Englished the end of my days.
To straighten out these awful ways.
