Uh! ah! take them! Uh! ah! take them! There's a herd of winged horses there up Shoot them, shoot them They will hide the sun "There's nothing there up" said the barman You are drunk I'll be singing and you will dance Over the table i'll say "please, give up!" I've become a ruthless man, my sweetheart Don't come back Here he comes the storyteller Playing songs with his lute All the children they run behind him Singing the killinberry blues Uh! ah! take them! Uh! ah! take them! Children smoke at the corridor They are playing the rythm with bones They all left their homes And now they all are ruthless boys Here he comes the storyteller Playing songs with his lute All the children they run behind him Singing the killinberry blues