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Stewball 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 gray 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 gray 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
Part of these releases
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- Track 2 on Joan Baez/5
- 1 There But For Fortune
- 3 It Ain't Me Babe
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