Stewball (Live)

Stewball was a good horse he wore his head high

And the mane on his foretop was fine as silk thread

I rode him in England I rode him in Spain

And I never did lose boys I always did gain

So come all you gamblers wherever you are

And don't bet your money on that little grey mare

Most likely she'll stumble most likely she'll fall

But never you'll lose boys on my noble stewball

As they were a-riding 'bout halfway round

That grey mare she stumbled and fell on the ground

And way out yonder ahead of them all

Came a-prancing and a-dancing my noble stewball

Stewball was a race horse and by the day he was mine

He never drank water he always drank wine

Joan Baez