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  • Stewball was a good horse
    And he held a high head
    And the mane on his foretop
    Was fine as silk thread
    I rode him in
    EnglandAnd
    I rode him in
    SpainAnd I never did lose, boys
    I always did gain
    So come all you gamblers
    From near and from far
    Don't bet your gold dollar
    On that little grey mare
    Most likely she will stumble
    Most likely she'll fall
    But you never will lose
    On my noble
    StewballSit tight on your saddle
    Let slack on your rein
    And you never will lose boys,
    You always will gain
    As they were a-riding'
    Bout halfway 'round
    That grey mare she stumbled
    And fell to the ground
    And 'way out yonder
    Ahead of them all
    Came dancin' and prancin'
    My noble Stewball
    Stewball was a good horse
    And he held a high head
    And the mane on his foretop
    Was fine as silk thread
    I rode him in
    EnglandAnd
    I rode him in
    SpainAnd I never did lose, boys
    I always did gain
  • Stewball was a good horse
    And he held a high head
    And the mane on his foretop
    Was fine as silk thread
    I rode him in
    EnglandAnd
    I rode him in
    SpainAnd I never did lose, boys
    I always did gain
    So come all you gamblers
    From near and from far
    Don't bet your gold dollar
    On that little grey mare
    Most likely she will stumble
    Most likely she'll fall
    But you never will lose
    On my noble
    StewballSit tight on your saddle
    Let slack on your rein
    And you never will lose boys,
    You always will gain
    As they were a-riding'
    Bout halfway 'round
    That grey mare she stumbled
    And fell to the ground
    And 'way out yonder
    Ahead of them all
    Came dancin' and prancin'
    My noble Stewball
    Stewball was a good horse
    And he held a high head
    And the mane on his foretop
    Was fine as silk thread
    I rode him in
    EnglandAnd
    I rode him in
    SpainAnd I never did lose, boys
    I always did gain

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