Border Reiver
Southern bound from Glasgow town, she's shining in the sunMy Scotstoun lassie, on the border runWe're whistling down the hillsides and tearing up the climbsI'm just a thiever, stealing timeIn the Border Reiver.
Three hundred thousand on the clock and plenty more to goCrash, box and lever, she needs the heal and toe.She's not to cold in winter but she cooks me in the heat,I'm a six foot driver but you can adjust the seatIn the Border Reiver.
Sure as the sunrise, that's what they say about the Albion,Sure as the sunrise, that's what they say about the Albion,She's an Albion, she's an Albion...
The ministry don't worry me my paperwork's alrightThey can't touch me, I got my sleep last nightIts knocking out a living wage in nineteen sixty nineI'm just a thiever, stealing timeIn the Border Reiver.
Sure as the sunrise, that's what they say about the Albion,Sure as the sunrise, that's what they say about the Albion,She's an Albion, she's an Albion...