Stewball

Oh, Stewball was a race horse

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 fairground were crowded

And Stewball was there

But the betting was heavy

On the bay and the mare

And way up younder

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 had bet on ol' Stewball

I'd be a free man today

Oh, the Luda she hollered

And the turtle dove mourned

I'm a poor boy in travel

I'm a long way from home

Oh, Stewball was a race horse

And I wish he were mine

He never drank water

He always drank wine