Southern bound from Glasgow town, she's shining in the sun,
My Scotstoun lassie on the border run.
We're whistling down the hillsides and tearing up the climbs,
I'm just a thiever, stealing time
In the Border Reiver.
Three hundred thousand on the clock and plenty more to go,
Crash, box and lever, she needs the heal and toe.
She's not too cold in winter but she cooks me in the heat,
I'm a six foot driver but you can adjust the seat
In 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 alright.
They can't touch me, I got my sleep last night.
It's knocking out a living wage in nineteen sixty nine,
I'm just a thiever, stealing time
In 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...