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Stewball
Stewball was a good horseAnd he held a high headAnd the mane on his foretopWas fine as silk threadI rode him in EnglandAnd I rode him in SpainAnd I never did lose, boysI always did gainSo come all you gamblersFrom near and from farDon't bet your gold dollarOn that little grey mareMost likely she will stumbleMost likely she'll fallBut you never will loseOn my noble StewballSit tight on your saddleLet slack on your reinAnd you never will lose boys,You always will gainAs they were a-ridingLetras de canciones'Bout halfway 'roundThat grey mare she stumbledAnd fell to the groundAnd 'way out yonderAhead of them allCame dancin' and prancin'My noble StewballStewball was a good horseAnd he held a high headAnd the mane on his foretopWas fine as silk threadI rode him in EnglandAnd I rode him in SpainAnd I never did lose, boysI always did gain
From Letras Mania