Born in the middle of the afternoon
In a horsedrawn wagon on the old A5
The big 12-wheelers shook my bed
"You can't stop here", the policeman said,

"You'd better get born in someplace else
So move along, get along,
Move along, get along,
Go! Move! Shift!"

Born in the tattie-howking time
In an auld bow tent near a tattie field
The fairmer said, "The work's aa done
It's time that ye was movin on"

Born on a common near a building site
Where the ground was rutted by the trailer's wheels
The local people said to me
"You'll lower the price of property"

Born at the back of a blackthorn hedge
When the white hoarfrost lay all around
No eastern kings came bearing gifts
Instead the order came to shift

Winter's sky was filled with stars
But one shone brighter than the rest
The wise men came so stern and strict
And brought the order to evict

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,