Stewball歌词

作词 : Ralph Rinzler/John Herald/Bob Yellin
作曲 : Ralph Rinzler/John Herald/Bob Yellin
Stewball was a good horse he wore his head high
And the mane on his foretop was fine as silk thread
I rode him in England I rode him in Spain
And I never did lose boys I always did gain
So come all you gamblers wherever you are
And don't bet your money on that little grey mare
Most likely she'll stumble most likely she'll fall
But never you'll lose boys on my noble stewball
As they were a riding 'bout halfway round
That grey mare she stumbled and fell on the ground
And way out yonder ahead of them all
Came a prancing and a dancing my noble stewball