Peter, Paul and Mary – Stewball (Ukulele)

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Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine.

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He never drank water, he always drank wine.

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His bridle was silver, his mane it was gold.

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And the worth of his saddle has never been told.

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Oh the fairgrounds were crowded, and Stewball was there

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But the betting was heavy on the bay and the mare.

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And a-way up yonder, ahead of them all,

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Came a-prancing and a-dancing my noble stewball.

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I bet on the grey mare, I bet on the bay

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If Id have bet on old Stewball, Id be a free man today.

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Oh the hoot owl, she hollers, and the turtle dove moans.

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I m a poor boy in trouble, I m a long way from home.

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Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine.

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He never drank water, he always drank wine.