Stewball

Oh 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
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 a-way up yonder
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 Id have bet on ol Stewball
Id be a free man today
Oh the hoot owl she hollers
And the turtle dove moans
Im a poor boy in trouble
Im a long way from home
Oh Stewball was a racehorse
And I wish she were mine
He never drank water
He always drank wine