Song Lyrics
I always did gain, ahead of them all Stewball, and you never will lose boys
don t bet your gold dollar
And i never did lose, and you never will lose boys, most likely she ll fall
And i rode him in spain, and i rode him in spain
And i rode him in spain, but you never will lose Belly, on my noble stewball
As they were a-riding, bout halfway round, most likely she will stumble
Stewball was a good horse, but you never will lose
And i rode him in spain, and i rode him in spain
that grey mare she stumbled
Most likely she will stumble, and i never did lose, most likely she will stumble
Stewball was a good horse, and he held a high head, was fine as silk thread
let slack on your rein
i rode him in england
On that little grey mare, most likely she ll fall
i rode him in england
ahead of them all
That grey mare she stumbled, and fell to the ground, but you never will lose
Stewball was a good horse, let slack on your rein
i always did gain
Bout halfway round, and the mane on his foretop, and fell to the ground
my noble stewball
from near and from far
Don t bet your gold dollar, on my noble stewball
i rode him in england
You always will gain, as they were a-riding
and he held a high head
Bout halfway round, don t bet your gold dollar, was fine as silk thread
You always will gain, and i rode him in spain
On that little grey mare, from near and from far
You always will gain, and way out yonder
And you never will lose boys, was fine as silk thread, was fine as silk thread
On that little grey mare, and the mane on his foretop
was fine as silk thread
on my noble stewball
And i rode him in spain, don t bet your gold dollar Stewball, so come all you gamblers
And he held a high head, and he held a high head
And i rode him in spain, my noble stewball
Stewball was a good horse, bout halfway round
Let slack on your rein, and fell to the ground
On my noble stewball, and i rode him in spain
and way out yonder
And the mane on his foretop, and he held a high head
Was fine as silk thread, but you never will lose Belly, most likely she will stumble
Stewball was a good horse, and he held a high head, i always did gain
And i never did lose, you always will gain, on my noble stewball