D G D
A’ve worked on farms an fae the start
G D G D A
the muckle horses won ma heart
G D
Wi’ their big broad backs they proudly stand
A
the uncrowned kings o a’ the land
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An’ yet for a’ their power and strength
G D G D A
They’re as gentle as a summer’s wind.
Chorus:
D A D A
So steady boys walk on, oor work is nearly done
G D G D A
No more we’ll till or plough the fields, the horses’ day is gone
G D G D A D–G
An’ this will be oor last trip home, so steady boys walk on.
You’ll hear men singing 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.
Chorus
Aw the years I’ve plied my trade an awe the fields we’ve ploughed and laid
I never thought I’d see the time when a Clydesdales’ work wid ever end
But progress runs its driven course and tractors hae replaced ma horse.
Chorus
Solo (D – G – D – A – D – G – D – A – D I: D – A – D – G – D – A – D :I)
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 to come the muckle horses’ last trip home.
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
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.