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CAPO 3 FRET INTRO: Bm
EmIron-clad Cfeather-feet Dpounding the Gdust An OcCtober's Dday, towards Dsus4eveningG EmSweat embossed Cveins standing Dproud to the Gplough SaClt on a DCdeep chest Dsus4seasoninGg EmLast of Cthe line at an Dhonest day's toGil CTurning Dthe deep sod Dsus4under G EmFlint at Cthe fetlock, chDasing the bonGe C D Dsus4 G CFlies at Dthe nostrils Dsus4plundeGr. The SuCffolk, the DClydesdale, the GPercheron viCe with the AmShire on his feaDthers Dsus4floatinEmg HCauling soft Dtimber Ginto the duCsk to Cbed on Da warm straw Dsus4coatingG. F#7Heavy BmHorseGs, Bmmove the Gland under meA F#7Beh Bmind the plough glidinGg Bmslipping and Gsliding frAee F#7Now you're Gdown to the Dfew And there's Bbno work to Fdo The tractoCr's Emon its waDy.Bm
Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed to keep the old line going. And we'll stand you abreast at the back of the wood behind the young trees growing To hide you from eyes that mock at your girth, and your eighteen hands at the shoulder And one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry and the nights are seen to draw colder They'll beg for your strength, your gentle power your noble grace and your bearing And you'll strain once again to the sound of the gulls in the wake of the deep plough, sharing. Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill Up into the cold wind facing In stiff battle harness, chained to the world Against the low sun racing Bring me a wheel of oaken wood A rein of polished leather A Heavy Horse and a tumbling sky Brewing heavy weather. Bring a song for the evening Clean brass to flash the dawn across these acres glistening like dew on a carpet lawn In these dark towns folk lie sleeping as the heavy horses thunder by to wake the dying city with the living horseman's cry At once the old hands quicken bring pick and wisp and curry comb thrill to the sound of all the heavy horses coming home.