Moving On Ewan MacColl

Born in the middle of the afternoon
In a horse drawn carriage on the old
The big twelve wheeler shook my bed
"You can't stay here" the policeman said

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 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"

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"

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