Lyrics Peter, Paul and Mary

Peter, Paul and Mary

Stewball

1. Oh Stewball was a racehorse

Emi Ami

and I wish he were mine

he never drank water

he always drank wine.

2. His bridle was silver

his main it was gold

and the worth of his saddle

has never been told.

3. Oh the fairgrounds were crowded

and Stewball was there

but the betting was heavy

on the bay and the mare.

4. And a-way up yonder

ahead of them all

came a-prancin' and a-dancin'

my noble Stewball.

5. 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.

6. 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.

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