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(Davy Steele tune John McCusker)

A've ay worked on farms and fae the the start the muckle horses won ma heart,
Wi' their big broad backs they proudly stand, the uncrowned kings o a' the land,

An' yet for a' their power and strength, they're as gentle as a summer's wind.

cho: So steady boys walk on, oor work is nearly done,
No more we'll till or plough the fields, the horses' day is gone,
An'this will be oor last trip home, so steady boys walk on.

You'll hear men sing their songs of praise, of Arab stallions in a race,
Or Hunters that fly wi' the hounds, to chase the fox and run him down,
But none o' them compare I vow, tae a workin' pair that pulls the plough.

Aw the years I've plied ma trade, an aw 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 noo tractors hae replaced ma horse.

As we head back our friends have lined the road tae see us one last time,
Not one o' them will 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.


words by Davy Steele tune John McCusker, as performed by The Battlefield Band

the Luckenbooths were locked trade stalls that surrounded the walls of the old S
cottish Parliament building and Tolbooth on the High Street of Edinburgh. They a
nd the Parliament disappeared about 300 years ago. BL

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