Stewball
Oh Stewball was a racehorse
- 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 has never been told
- Oh the fairgrounds were crowded
- And Stewball was there
- But the betting was heavy on the bay and the mare
- And a-way up yonder
- Ahead of them all
- Came a-prancin'
- And a-dancin' my noble Stewball
- I bet on the grey mare
- I bet on the bay
- If I'd have bet on ol' Stewball
- I'd be a free man today
- Oh the hoot owl she hollers
- And the turtle dove moans
- I'm a poor boy in trouble
- I'm a long way from home
- Oh Stewball was a racehorse
- And I wish she were mine
- He never drank water
- He always drank wine
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