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- Stewball
- The Chad Mitchell Trio
- Reflecting
Well Stewball was a race horse
And he held a high head
And the mane on his foretop
Was as fine as silk thread
His bridle was silver
And his harness was gold
And the price on his saddle
Has never been told
Well I rode him in England
And I rode him in Spain
And I bet you five dollars
I'll ride him again
Now come all you gamblers
Wherever you are
And don't bet your money
On the little grey mare
Most likely she'll stumble She will stumble
Most likely she'll fall And she'll fall
But you never will lose, boys Never will lose
On my noble Stewball
Well now they are riding Now they are riding
'Bout halfway around 'Bout halfway around
And the grey mare she stumbled The grey mare she stumbled
And fell on the ground
And away out yonder
Way ahead of them all
Came a dancin' and prancin'
My noble Stewball
Came a dancin' and prancin'
My noble Stewball
And he held a high head
And the mane on his foretop
Was as fine as silk thread
His bridle was silver
And his harness was gold
And the price on his saddle
Has never been told
Well I rode him in England
And I rode him in Spain
And I bet you five dollars
I'll ride him again
Now come all you gamblers
Wherever you are
And don't bet your money
On the little grey mare
Most likely she'll stumble She will stumble
Most likely she'll fall And she'll fall
But you never will lose, boys Never will lose
On my noble Stewball
Well now they are riding Now they are riding
'Bout halfway around 'Bout halfway around
And the grey mare she stumbled The grey mare she stumbled
And fell on the ground
And away out yonder
Way ahead of them all
Came a dancin' and prancin'
My noble Stewball
Came a dancin' and prancin'
My noble Stewball
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