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, c'était un bon cheval, il avait la tête haute
Et les poils de sa crinière étaient fins comme du fil de soie.
Son bridon était en argent, sa crinière, en or
Et la valeur de sa selle n'a jamais été racontée.
Oh, les foires étaient bondées et Stewball était là
Mais les paris étaient lourds sur la jument grise.
Venez tous, parieurs, de près et de loin,
Ne pariez pas vos dollars d'or sur la jument grise.
Elle risque de trébucher, elle risque de tomber
Mais vous ne perdrez jamais, les gars, sur mon noble Stewball.
Alors qu'ils montaient, à mi-chemin,
La jument grise, elle a trébuché et est tombée au sol.
Et là-bas, au loin, devant tout le monde
Vient en dansant et en sautant, mon noble Stewball.
Stewball, c'était un bon cheval, il avait la tête haute
Et les poils de sa crinière étaient fins comme du fil de soie.