Stewball was a g ood horse he wore a high h ead
and the mane on his f oretop was as fine as silk t hread .
I rode him in E ngland I rode him in S pain
and I never did l ose boy s I always did g ain.
So come all you g amblers wherever you a re
and don t bet your m oney on that little grey m are.
Most likely she ll s tumble most likely she ll f all
but never you ll l ose boy s on my noble Stewb all.
As they were a-r iding bout halfway r ound
that grey mare she s tumbled and fell on the g round .
And way out y onder ahead of them a ll
came a-prancing and a-d ancing my noble Stewb all.
Stewball was a r ace horse and by the day he was m ine
he never drank w ater he always drank w ine.