STEWBALL



Stewball was a good horse

He wore a high head

And the mane on his foretop

Was fine as silk thread



I rode him in England

I rode him in Spain

I never did lose, boys

I always did gain



So come all you gamblers

Wherever you are

And don't bet your money

On that little grey 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

'Bout halfway around

That grey mare she stumbled

And fell on the ground



And away out yonder

Ahead of them all

Came a prancin' and a dancin'

My noble Stewball



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sung by Joan Baez

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