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Born in the middle of the afternoon
In a horse-drawn wagon on the old A-5;
The big twelve-wheelers shook me bed,
‘You can't stop here,' the policeman said,

[Chorus:]
‘You'd better get born in someplace else,
So move along, get along!
Move along, get along!
Go! Move! Shift!'

Born in the tattie-lifting time
In an auld bow-tent near a tattie field;
The farmer said, ‘The wark's all done,
It's time that you was moving on,

[Chorus]

Born on a common near a building site,
Where the ground is rutted by the trailers' wheels;
The local people said to me,
‘You'll lower the price of property,

[Chorus]

Born at the back of a blackthorn hedge,
When the white hoar-frost lay all around;
No eastern kings came bearing gifts,
Instead the order came to shift.

[Chorus]

The winter sky was hung with stars
And one shone brighter than the rest;
The wise men came, so stern and strict
And brought the order to evict.

[Chorus]

Wagon, tent or trailer born,
Last month, last year or in far-off days;
Born here or a thousand miles away,
There's always men nearby who say:

[Chorus]

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