Текст песни Stewball

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 gray mare

Most likely she'll stumble
Most likely she'll fallJoan Baez - Stewball - http://ru.motolyrics.com/joan-baez/stewball-lyrics.html
But never you'll lose, boys
On my noble Stewball

As they were a riding
'Bout halfway round
That gray 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

Stewball was a race horse
And by the day he was mine
He never drank water
He always drank wine