Joan Baez – Stewball (Guitar)

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Stewball was a good horse,  he wore a high head,

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and the mane on his foretop, was as fine as silk thread.

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I rode him in England,  I rode him in Spain,

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and I never did lose, boys, I always did gain.

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So come all you gamblers,  wherever you are,

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and don`t bet your money on that little grey mare.

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Most likely she`ll stumble,  most likely she`ll fall,

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but never you`ll lose, boys, on my noble Stewball.

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As they were a-riding,  `bout halfway round,

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that grey mare she stumbled, and fell on the ground.

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And way out yonder,  ahead of them all,

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came a-prancing and a-dancing, my noble Stewball.

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Stewball was a race horse,  and by the day he was mine,

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he never drank water, he always drank wine.