Stewball
Ton : GEnglish
Intro :
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Stewball was a Ggood horsEme, he wore his heaAmd high,
and the mane on his DforeD(sus4)top, was fDine as silk threaGd. C D
I rode him in GEnglanEmd, I rode him iAmn Spain,
and I never did DloseD(sus4), boys, I Dalways did gain.G C D
So come all you GgambleEmrs, wherever yoAmu are,
and don t bet your DmoneD(sus4)y on that Dlittle grey mare.G C D
Most likely she ll GstumbEmle, most likely she lAml fall,
but never you ll DloseD(sus4), boys, onD my noble Stewball.G C D
As they were a-GridinEmg, bout halfwaAmy round,
that grey mare she DstumD(sus4)bled, and Dfell on the grounGd. C D
And way out GyondeEmr, ahead of theAmm all,
came a-prancing and a-DdancD(sus4)ing, my noDble Stewball.G C D
Stewball was a Grace horsEme, and by the day he waAms mine,
he never drank DwateD(sus4)r, he alwaDys drank wine.G C G