List of Songs Not on a CD ~ Songs of Mike Kennedy Home Page
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I’ve worked on farms and from the start,
The muckle horses won my heart;
With big broad backs they proudly stand,
The uncrowned kings of all the land,
And yet for all their power and strength –
As gentle as the summer's wind.
Chorus:
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!
There are those who'll sing their songs of praise
Of Arab stallions in a race,
And hunters that run with the hounds
To chase the fox and run him down,
But none of them compare I vow
To the working pair that pulls the plow. (CHO)
And all the years I’ve plied my trade,
And all the fields we’ve ploughed and laid,
I never thought the day would come
When a Clydesdale’s work was ever done,
But progress runs its driven course
And the tractor has replaced the horse. (CHO)
As we head back our friends will line
The road to see us one last time;
For none of them would care 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. (CHO)
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.
Mike only had the words to Last Trip Home initially, so he made his own tune to capture the sound of a working team of horses.
MUCKLE = BIG