I am a simple farmer, the truth I'll tell to you.
I own a bit of land that would graze a beast or two.
But how my life's been changed since my fields were cut in two.
By a little dotted line they call The Border.
If it wasn't for The Border, what would we do?
We'd only have one parliament instead of having two.
We couldn't play with pounds or punts and roadblocks could be few.
But we couldn't live at all without The Border.
My uncle's in the customs, he makes a punt or two.
He doesn't like the work but it keeps him off the brew.
His underwear's in ribbons and his uniform is new.
But he couldn't live at all without The Border.
If it wasn't for The Border, what would we do?
We'd only have one parliament instead of having two.
We couldn't play with pounds or punts and roadblocks could be few.
But we couldn't live at all without The Border.
I, myself am unemployed, but the smuggling sees me through.
The Border is a way of life, as I'll explain to you.
I'll draw the dole in Newry, Dundalk, I'll draw it too.
But I couldn't live at all without The Border.
If it wasn't for The Border, what would we do?
We'd only have one parliament instead of having two.
We couldn't play with pounds or punts and roadblocks could be few.
But we couldn't live at all without The Border.
If it wasn't for The Border, what would we do?
We'd only have one parliament instead of having two.
We couldn't play with pounds or punts and roadblocks could be few.
But we couldn't live at all without The Border.