Stew ball

       Oh! Stewball was a race horse and I wish he were mind 
       He never drank water, he always drank wine 
       His bridle was silver, his name it was gold 
       And the worth of his saddle has never been told 

       And the fair grounds were crowded and Stewball was there 
       But the betting was heavy on the bay and the mare 
       And away out of yonder that head of them all 
       Came a prancin' and a dancin' my noble Stewball 

       I bet on the grey mare I bet on the bay 
       If I would bet on ol' Stewball I'll be free man today 
       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 

       Oh, Stewball was a race horse and I wish he were mine 
       He never drank water, he always drank wine