The Battlefield Band - The Last Trip Home lyrics

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<b>The Last Trip Home</b> by <i>The Battlefield Band</i><br />

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