Stewball lyrics

Artist	Joan Baez
Album(s)	Joan Baez 5

Lyrics

stewball was a good horse, he wore his head high
And the mane on his foretop, was fine as silk thread
I rode him in england, I rode him in spain
And 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 never you'll lose, boys, on my noble stewball
As they were a-riding, 'bout halfway round
That grey mare she stumbled, and fell on the ground
And way out yonder, ahead of them all
Came a-prancing and a-dancing, my noble stewball
Stewball was a race horse, and by the day he was mine
He never drank water, he always drank wine

(Joan baez)

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