The Last Trip Home          (Davy Steele)

I've aye worked on farms and frae the start,

The muckle horses won my heart

Wi big broad backs they proudly stand,

the uncrowned kings o' a' the land

And yet for all their power and strength,

they're as gentle as a summer breeze...

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So steady boys walk on, our work is nearly done

No more we'll till or plough the fields

The horses' day is gone

And this will be our last trip home so steady boys walk on

Now you'll hear men sing their songs of praise

Of Arab stallions in a race

Or hunters that fly with the hounds,

to chase the fox and run him down

But none o them compare I vow,

wuth your working pair that pulls the plough

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And a' the years I've plied my trade

And a' the fields we've ploughed and made

I never thought I'd see the time

when a Clydesdale's work would ever end

But progress runs it's driven course,

and tractors hae replaced the horse

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As we head back our friends have lined the road,

to be there one last time

There's none o' them would want to miss,

the chance to see us pass like this,

They'll say they saw in years to come,

the muckle horses' last trip home...

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Glossary

muckle - big