Artist: peter, paul & mary
Song: stewball
Album:
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 holler
And the turtle dove moan
I'm a poor boy in trouble
I'm a long way from home
Oh Stewball was a racehorse
And I wish he were mine
He never drank water
He always drank wine
