Born in the middle of an afternoon
In a horse-drawn wagon on the old A5
The big twelve wheeler shook my bed
You can’t stop here the policeman said
You better get born someplace else
So move along, get along, move along, get along,
Go, move, shift
Born in the tatie lifting time
In an old bow tent in a tatie field
The farmer said, The work’s all done
It’s time that you were moving on
Born in a wagon on 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 wise men came bearing gifts
Instead the order came to shift
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
Wagon, tent, or trailer born
Last week, last year, or in far off days
Born here or a thousand miles away
There’s always men nearby who’ll say