Black Stallion

She was only seven, she had grown up on the farm,
Spent her life around horses, filled with tomboy charm,
Outside in the stall, The stockman cocked his gun,
Pointed at the stallions head, As it began to run,
No! the young girl screamed, As she began to banter,
Though he is a stubborn horse, She could teach him how to canter,

The stallion was a wild one, that could not be broken in,
Took ten men to hold him down, To have shoes put on him,
The little girl she begged and pleaded, to let her have a go,
The stockman unwillingly agreed, the girls face began to glow,
She saddled up, Jumped on his back, Hoisted on by good old Sam,
Well he took off like a gun shot, heading straight towards the dam,

He bucked and kicked and whinnied as he tried to throw her off his back,
She held on for all buggery, As he bolted down the track,
When he reached the waters edge, he threw her with such force,
She skimmed across the water, her life had run its course,
Her neck had broke on impact, as she skimmed across the dam,
Her body lay there lifeless, spotted by old sam,

Laid upon the stallions back, They walked back to the barn,
Tears welled up in old Sam's eyes, as he told the dreadful yarn,
The stockman cocked his rifle with a tear in either eye,
But somewhere deep inside his heart, he knew she didn't want for him to die,
Then suddenly he realised, The steed had walked the whole way here,
The girl had somehow done it, the horse would now adhere,

He raced in many races, first place he claimed in all,
He'd take off like a little beauty, the quickest from the stall,
Now many years have past, The farm long been shutdown,
The horse still said to roam there, by the dam around sundown,
As for those who've followed him and gone in for a Swim
Say you can hear the little girl, Calling out for him.