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 a 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 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 all right.
They can't touch me: I got my sleep last night.
It's knocking out a living wage in 1969,
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.