PETER, PAUL & MARY

PETER, PAUL & MARY - Stewball lyrics

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Oh stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine.<br>He never drank water, he always drank wine.<br><br>His bridle was silver, his mane it was gold.<br>And the worth of his saddle has never been told.<br><br>Oh the fairgrounds were crowded, and stewball was there<br>But the betting was heavy on the bay and the mare.<br><br>And a-way up yonder, ahead of them all,<br>Came a-prancin' and a-dancin' my noble stewball.<br><br>I bet on the grey mare, I bet on the bay<br>If I'd have bet on ol' stewball, I'd be a free man today.<br><br>Oh the hoot owl, she hollers, and the turtle dove moans.<br>I'm a poor boy in trouble, I'm a long way from home.<br><br>Oh stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine.<br>He never drank water,he always drank wine.

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