[ Предположительная тональность: G ] G Am D G C D G Em Am Stewball was a good horse, he wore his head high, D Dsus4 D G C D and the mane on his foretop, was fine as silk thread. G Em Am I rode him in England, I rode him in Spain, D Dsus4 D G C D and I never did lose, boys, I always did gain. G Em Am So come all you gamblers, wherever you are, D Dsus4 D G C D and don't bet your money on that little grey mare. G Em Am Most likely she'll stumble, most likely she'll fall, D Dsus4 D G C D but never you'll lose, boys, on my noble Stewball. G Em Am As they were a-riding, 'bout halfway round, D Dsus4 D G C D that grey mare she stumbled, and fell on the ground. G Em Am And way out yonder, ahead of them all, D Dsus4 D G C D came a-prancing and a-dancing, my noble Stewball. G Em Am Stewball was a race horse, and by the day he was mine, D Dsus4 D G C G he never drank water, he always drank wine. Set8
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