Stewball

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Peter, Paul and Mary - Pop, Folk

Stewball

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Duration: 3:13

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[Verse 1] Oh Stewball was a racehorse And I wish he were mine He never drank water He always drank wine [Verse 2] His bridle was silver His mane it was gold And the worth of his saddle Has never been told [Verse 3] Oh the fairgrounds were crowded And Stewball was there But the betting was heavy On the bay and the mare [Verse 4] And a-way up yonder Ahead of them all Came a-prancin' and a-dancin' My noble Stewball [Verse 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 [Verse 6] Oh the hoot owl, she hollered And the turtle dove moaned I'm a poor boy in trouble I'm a long way from home [Verse 7] Oh Stewball was a racehorse And I wish he were mine He never drank water He always drank wine

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Credits

Writers
  • Milton Okun
  • Paul Stookey
  • Peter Yarrow
  • Mary Travers