Stewball - 2003 Remastered

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 England
 And I rode him in Spain
 And 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 Stewball
 Sit 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 England
 And I rode him in Spain
 And I never did lose, boys
 I always did gain