Clydesdale Pony
By: Nick Wilsden
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Description
A song for my favourite breed of horse, the Clydesdale.
Lyrics
TAKE ME HOME MY CLYDESDALE PONY, TAKE ME HOME MY CLYDESDALE MARE. WE PLOUGHED THE FIELD BY YON HIGH STEEPLE TURNED THE SOD 'TILL IT WAS BARE UP AND DOWN 'TILL WE WERE ACHING 20 MILES OF TOILING THERE TAKE ME HOME MY CLYDESDALE PONY, TAKE ME HOME MY CLYDESDALE MARE. SHE PULLED THE CART TO OXFORD MARKET LOADED DOWN WITH GOOD RICH FARE BRASSES GLINTING IN THE SUNSHINE GLOSSY BLACK COAT SHINEING THERE TAKE ME HOME MY CLYDESDALE PONY, TAKE ME HOME MY CLYDESDALE MARE. HARVEST TIME SHE PULLED THE HAY CART, DUST AND SWEAT AND MATTED HAIR TO THE HAY RICK BY THE OLD MILL BACK AND FORTH 'TILL ALL WAS THERE TAKE ME HOME MY CLYDESDALE PONY, TAKE ME HOME MY CLYDESDALE MARE. PLAYING IN THE SUNDAY PADDOCK BUCKING REARING SNORTING THERE TROTTING UP FOR A TASTE OF CARROT BACK AND FORTH A GAME TO SHARE TAKE ME HOME MY CLYDESDALE PONY, TAKE ME HOME MY CLYDESDALE MARE.
