Stewball
Stewball, he was a good horse and he held a high head
And the hair on his foretop was as fine as silk thread.
His bridle was silver, his mane, it was gold
And the worth of his saddle has never been told.
Oh, the fairgrounds were crowded and stewball was there
But the betting was heavy on the iron gray mare.
Come all of you gamblers, from near and from far,
Don't bet your gold dollars on the iron gray mare.
Most likely she'll stumble, most likely she'll fall
But you never will lose boys, on my noble stewball
As they were a-riding, about hallway around,
The gray mare, she stumbled and fell to the ground.
And way out yonder, ahead of them all
Come a dancin' and a prancin', my noble stewball.
Stewball, he was a good horse, and he held a high head
And the hair on his foretop was as fine as silk thread.
Stewball
Stewball, él era un buen caballo y mantenía la cabeza en alto
Y el pelo de su crin era fino como hilo de seda.
Su brida era de plata, su crin era de oro
Y el valor de su silla nunca fue contado.
Oh, los terrenos de la feria estaban llenos y Stewball estaba allí
Pero las apuestas eran altas por la yegua gris de hierro.
Vengan todos los jugadores, de cerca y de lejos,
No apuesten sus dólares de oro en la yegua gris de hierro.
Probablemente tropezará, probablemente caerá
Pero nunca perderán, chicos, con mi noble Stewball.
Mientras cabalgaban, cerca de la mitad del camino,
La yegua gris tropezó y cayó al suelo.
Y allá lejos, delante de todos ellos,
Venía bailando y trotando, mi noble Stewball.
Stewball, él era un buen caballo y mantenía la cabeza en alto
Y el pelo de su crin era fino como hilo de seda.