Lyrics Christy Moore – Go, Move, Shift

Born in the middle of the afternoon
In a horsedrawn carriage on the old A5
The big twelve wheeler shook my bed
You can’t stay here the policeman said

Born in the common by a building site
Where the ground was rutted by the trail of wheels
The local Christian said to me
«You’ll lower the price of property»
You’d better get born in some place else
So move along, get along, move along, get along
Go, move, shift

Born at potato picking time
In a noble tent in a tatie field
The farmer said, «The work’s all done
It’s time that you was moving on»
You’d better get born in some place else
So move along, get along, move along, get along
Go, move, shift

Born at the back of a hawthorn hedge
Where the black hole frost lay on the ground
No eastern kings came bearing gifts
Instead the order came to shift
You’d better get born in some place else
So move along, get along, move along, get along
Go, move, shift

The eastern sky was full of stars
And one shone brighter than the rest

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’ll say
You’d better get born in some place else
move along, get along, move along, get along
Go, move, shift
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