《Stewball》歌词

[00:04:32] Stewball was a good horse, he wore his head high,

[00:04:32] and the mane on his foretop, was fine as silk thread.

[00:04:32] I rode him in England, I rode him in Spain,

[00:04:32] and I never did lose, boys, I always did gain.

[00:04:32] So come all you gamblers, wherever you are,

[00:04:32] and don`t bet your money on that little grey mare.

[00:04:32] Most likely she`ll stumble, most likely she`ll fall,

[00:04:32] but never you`ll lose, boys, on my noble Stewball.

[00:04:32] As they were a-riding, `bout halfway round,

[00:04:32] that grey mare she stumbled, and fell on the ground.

[00:04:32] And way out yonder, ahead of them all,

[00:04:32] came a-prancing and a-dancing, my noble Stewball.

[00:04:32] Stewball was a race horse, and by the day he was mine,

[00:04:32] he never drank water, he always drank wine.

[00:04:32] (Joan Baez)