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The Moving-On Song(Go! Move! Shift!)Born in the middle of the afternoonIn a horsedrawn carriage on the old A5 The big twelve wheeler shook my bed, "You can't stay here" the policeman said. 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." 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 The wise men came so stern and strict And brought the orders to evict You'd better get born in some place else. So move along, get along, Move along, get along, Go! Move! Shift! 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. So move along, get along, Move along, get along, Go! Move! Shift! |