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 has changed since my field was cut in two
By a little dotted line that's called 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 but his uniform is new
Sure he couldn't live at all without the Border.

And I myself am unemployed but the smuggling sees me through
For the Border is a way of life as I'll explain to you
For I draw the dole in Newry, and in Dundalk I draw it too
Sure I couldn't live at all without the Border.