Stewball

Album cover art for "Stewball" by The Chad Mitchell Trio

The Chad Mitchell Trio - Pop, Folk

Stewball

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[Verse 1] Well, Stewball was a race horse And he held a high head And the mane on his foretop Was as fine as silk thread [Verse 2] His bridle was silver And his harness was gold And the price on his saddle Has never been told [Verse 3] Well, I rode him in England And I rode him in Spain And I bet you five dollars I'll ride him again [Verse 4] Now, come all you gamblers Wherever you are And don't bet your money On the little grey mare [Verse 5] 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 [Verse 6] Well, now they are riding (Now, they are riding) 'Bout halfway around (Halfway around) And the grey mare she stumbled (Grey mare she stumbled) And fell on the ground [Verse 7] And away out yonder Way ahead of them all Come a-dancin' an' prancin' My noble Stewball [Outro] Come a-dancin' an' prancin' My noble Stewball

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  • John Herald