Denbrae

Come all ye bold ploughman and list to my tale
As ye sit round the tables a drinkin your ale
And I’ll take ye all back to a far distant day
When I drove the last Clydesdales to work on Denbrae

There were two bonnie blacks, with white faces and feet
In the country around, they could never be beat
And you'd look far and wide ’tween the Forth and the Tay
But to match my two Clydesdales, the pride of Denbrae

They were matchless in powеr, on the cart and the plough
And my hands on the rеigns and my voice they well know
They had never a thought in their hearts but obey
They were two bonnie Clydesdales, the pride of Denbrae

But the years they wear on and the winters were cold
And horses like men can do not but grow old
But my memories are with them though I'm far away
For I drove the last Clydesdales to work on Denbrae