border reiver

southern bound from glasgow town

she's shining in the sun

my scotstoun lassie on a 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 heel 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't adjust the seat in the border reiver

sure as the sunrise"