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