Old Percy was a waggoner, With horses ten feet tall. His will was their master And his word was their law. He polished up their harness, Tended to all their needs, Brushed their coats, until they shone, Put shoes upon their feet. But gone now, are the waggoners And the pride of those passed years. Gone now, are the shire horses That clattered down the street. But old Percy?s still a proud man, And still the master of his trade, He lives within the memories, To recall those bygone days.