Stewball Paroles

His bridle was silver
And his mane it was gold
But worth of his saddle
Has never been told

The fairgrounds was crowded
And old 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

If I bet on the grey mare
And I bet on the bay
And if I'd bet on old Stewball
I'd be a free man today I'm a long way from home

Old Stewball was a racehorse
And I wished he was mine
He never drank water
He always drank wine