Henske / Yester

Raider stole a Morgan mare
As slick as she was sly
She black-jacked Raider's robber heart
Taught him how to fly

Raider she cries "There's tears in your eyes --
Oh, are you dreaming me?"

Now Raider sleeps out in the fields
Raider's growing old
In freezing winter banks the fire
To keep his mare from cold


Shake you Raider, from your sleep
The time it is all gone
Give the little mare her head
And she will bring you home