Born in the middle of the afternoon
In a horsedrawn carriage on the old A5
The big twelve wheeler shook my bed,
Am D Em
"You can't stay here"
the policeman said.
Am G D
You'd better get born in some place else.
So move along, get along, Move along, get along,
Go! Move! Shift!
Born in the common by a building site
Where the ground was rutted by the trail of wheels
The local Christian said
"You'll lower the price of property."
Born at potato picking time
In a noble tent in a tatie field.
The farmer said, "The work's all done
that you was moving on."
Born at the back of a hawthorn hedge
Where the black hole frost lay on the ground.
No eastern kings came bearing
Instead the order came to shift.
The eastern sky was full of stars
And one shone brighter than the rest
The wise men came so stern and strict
brought the orders to evict
Wagon, tent or trailer born,
Last month, last year or in far off days.
Born here or a thousand miles away
always men nearby who'll say
Six in the morning out in Inchicore
The guards came through the wagon door.
John Maughan was arrested in the cold
travelling boy just ten years old.
Mary Joyce was living at the side of the road
No halting place and no fixed abode.
The vigilantes came to the Darndale
And they shot her son in the middle of the night.