Stewball

Old Stewball was a racehorse And I wish he were mine He never drank water He always drank wine His bridal 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 away up yonder Ahead of them all Came a prancin' and a dancin' My noble Stewball I bet on the gray mare I bet on the bay If I'd a bet on old Stewball I'd be a free man today Oh the hoot owl she hollered And the turtle dove moaned 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