[Verse 1]
Well, Stewball was a race horse
And he held a high head
And the mane on his foretop
Was as fine as silk thread

[Verse 2]
His bridle was silver
And his harness was gold
And the price on his saddle
Has never been told

[Verse 3]
Well, I rode him in England
And I rode him in Spain
And I bet you five dollars
I'll ride him again

[Verse 4]
Now, come all you gamblers
Wherever you are
And don't bet your money
On the little grey mare

[Verse 5]
Most likely she'll stumble (She will stumble)
Most likely she'll fall (And she'll fall)
But you never will lose, boys (Never will lose)
On my noble Stewball
[Verse 6]
Well, now they are riding (Now, they are riding)
'Bout halfway around (Halfway around)
And the grey mare she stumbled (Grey mare she stumbled)
And fell on the ground

[Verse 7]
And away out yonder
Way ahead of them all
Come a-dancin' an' prancin'
My noble Stewball

[Outro]
Come a-dancin' an' prancin'
My noble Stewball