Don the song is from the "Leaving Friday Harbour"
CD Temple records COMD2080 The Battlefield Band's latest.
www.battlefieldband.co.uk

From the sleeve notes :

THE LAST TRIP HOME/ (Tune in middle : The Luckenbooth)

1. A've ay worked on farms and fae the the start the muckle horses won ma heart,
Wi' 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.

CHORUS: 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.

2. Noo 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 them down,
But none o' them compare I vow, tae a workin' pair that pulls a plough. CHORUS

3. And 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 and tractors hae replaced the horse. CHORUS

4. As we head back our friends have lined the road tae be there one last time,
For nane o' them wid 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. CHORUS

NB.
MUCKLE = BIG

words by Davy Steele tune John McCusker

the Luckenbooths were locked trade stalls that surrounded the walls of the old Scottish Parliament building and Tolbooth on the High Street of Edinburgh. They and the Parliament disappeared about 300 years ago.
Bev Lawton^^