《Stewball》歌词

[00:00:00] Stewball - Joan Baez

[00:00:00] Written by：Richard Farina

[00:00:21] Stewball was a good horse

[00:00:26] He wore his head high

[00:00:32] And the mane on his foretop

[00:00:37] Was fine as silk thread

[00:00:42] I rode him in England

[00:00:48] I rode him in Spain

[00:00:53] And I never did lose boys

[00:00:58] I always did gain

[00:01:04] So come all you gamblers

[00:01:09] Wherever you are

[00:01:14] And don't bet your money on that little grey mare

[00:01:25] Most likely she'll stumble

[00:01:30] Most likely she'll fall

[00:01:36] But never you'll lose boys

[00:01:41] On my noble stewball

[00:02:07] As they were a riding

[00:02:12] About halfway round

[00:02:18] That grey mare she stumbled

[00:02:23] And fell on the ground

[00:02:28] And way out yonder

[00:02:34] Ahead of them all

[00:02:39] Came a prancing and a dancing

[00:02:45] My noble stewball