There was twenty at the sharer, I was there myselfnTrying to establish who may reap the wealthnI said I cannot take this, you know these cards dealtnThere's one for you and three for themnSixteen for myselfnAnd it's always the samenYes it's always the samennAs the mornings mists were clearing I could set my coursenThere were nineteen souls came in on foot, while one man rode a horsenAnd the nineteen ragged souls, the battles they had foughtnBut the man who rode ahead he never fired a shotnAnd it's always the samenYes it's always the samenAnd it's always the samenYes it's always the same