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,.
(Yellin / Rinzler / Herald). Old Stewball was a racehorse. And I wished he were mine. He never drank water. He always drank wine. . His bridle was silver.
Oh Stewball was a racehorse. And I wish he were mine. He never drank water. He always drank wine. . His bridle was silver. His mane, it was gold. And the worth of his saddle.