Stewball

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A Bit of folk nostalgia for a bed time song I used to sing to the kids • see history of song provided by dry tunes • http://www.tbheritage.com/Portraits/S... • ARTIST: Peter, Paul and Mary • TITLE: Stewball • Lyrics and Chords • • Old Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine • He never drank water, he always drank wine • / D - Em - / A - DG D - / • His bridle was silver, and 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 • As they were approaching, about half way around • The gray mare she stumbled and fell to the ground • And away out yonder, ahead of them all • Came a-prancing and a-dancing, my noble Stewball • I bet on the gray mare and I bet on the bay • If I'd bet on old 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 • Old Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine • He never drank water, he always drank wine

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