Stewball کے بول

Way out in California where old Stewball was born All the jockeys in the country said he blew there in a storm Bet on Stewball, you might win, win, win Bet on Stewball you might win All the jockeys in the country said he blew there in a storm All the women in the country said he never was known His bridle, it was silver, his saddle it was gold But the price on his blanket has never been told The horses, they were saddled, and the word was given Go! Old Stewball, he shot off like an arrow from a bow All the old folks, they hollered, all the young folks they did bawl But the children said "look, look at that noble Stewball!" Bet on Stewball, you might win, win, win Bet on Stewball you might win