Joanna

Here's three I can think of:

The Last Trip Home (Davy Steele)

A've aye worked on farms an 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 a' their power and strength
They're as gentle as a summer's wind

Chorus (after each verse):
So steady, boys, walk on
Oor work is nearly done
Nor more we'll till or plough the fields
The horses' day is gone
An' 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 wi' the hounds
Tae chase the fox and run him down
But none o' them compare, I vow
Tae a workin' pair that pulls a plough

And a' the years I've plied my trade
And a' the fields we've ploughed and laid
I never thought I'd see the time
When a Clydesdale's work wid ever end
But progress runs its driven course
And tractors hae replaced the horse

As we head back, oor friends have lined
The road tae be there one last time
For nane of them would want tae miss
The chance tae see us pass like this
They'll say they saw in years tae come
The muckle horses' last trip home

On the album "Leaving Friday Harbour" by the Battlefield Band

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kKCbJSNNIYY

Copper And May (Eric Payne)

When times were much harder and these limbs were strong
I cared for my horses and sang them my song
I would talk through our duties to cart and to plough
How I miss, how I wish I could talk to them now

When I could see clearly I often could tell
By the birds in the sky, how the weather would swell
By the feel of the share as it turned back the clay
Knowing May and old Copper would plough well that day

Chorus

How I miss, how I wish I could talk to them now
With a song and a whistle we'd get through somehow
How I miss, how I wish I could talk to them now

When I could hear clearly I often would slow
For those still quiet moments that nature bestows
And I'd whisper as horse breath out over the frost
Come now me beauties they'll think we be lost

When my mind was more agile I'd colour my dreams
But these images now count for little it seems
What I once understood iis no longer the way
And few understand not like Copper and May

As I hold this old curry comb tight in my hand
I so easily dream of my days on the land
And if heavens a paradise Lord hear my prayer
That my dear May and Copper would plough with me there

On the album "Through Mists of Time" by Eric payne or can be heard on "Jackeroo" by Martyn Wyndham-Read

Last of the Clydesdales
composed by a Fife horseman Archie Webster around 1950

Noo come aa ye young plooboys an 'list tae ma tale,
Wha sit roon the table aa drinkin your ale;
I'll tak ye aa back tae yon far distant day,
When I drove the last Clydesdales tae work on Denbrae.

There were twa bonnie blacks wi white faces an feet,
In the hale country roun they could never be beat,
Ye'd tae look roun gey far 'tween the Forth and the Tay,
Tae match ma twa Clydesdales, the pride o Denbrae.

They were matchless in power in the cairt, binder or ploo,
Ma voice and ma hands on the reins they well knew;
There wis niver a thocht in theior minds but obey,
Ma twa gallant Clydesdales, the pride o Denbrae.

But the time it wears on and the winters grow cauld,
And horses like men can dae nocht but grow auld;
But I mind on them still though it were yesterday,
When I drove the last Clydesdales that worked on Denbrae.

So come aa ye young plooboys an 'list tae ma tale,
Wha sit roon the table aa drinkin your ale;
I'll tak ye aa back tae yon far distant day,
When I drove the last Clydesdales tae work on Denbrae.

I haven't managed to find a recording for this but it fits with a tune called "The Luckenbooths" which is the instrumental break in the Battlefield Bands "The Last Trip Home"

Hope this is of help

CC