Lyrics of Stewball

Old 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
But worth of his saddle
Has never been told

Oh! the fairgrounds was crowded
And stewball was there
But the betting was heavy
On the bay and the mare

Oh, way up yonder
Ahead of them all
Came prancing and dancing
My noble stewball

I bet on the gray mare
I bet on the bay
If i'd bet on old stewball
I'd be a free man today

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

Old stewball was a racehorse
And i wish he were mine
He never drank water
He always drank wine