Stewball

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

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His bridle was silver, his mane it 
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was gold.
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And the worth of his saddle has 
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never been told.

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Oh the fairgrounds were crowded, 
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and Stewball was there
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But the betting was heavy on the 
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bay and the mare.

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And a-way up yonder, ahead of them 
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all,
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Came a-prancing and a-dancing my 
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noble Stewball.

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I bet on the grey mare, I bet on 
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the bay
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If I'd have bet on old Stewball, 
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I'd be a free man today.

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Oh the hoot owl, she hollers, and 
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the turtle dove moans.
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I'm a poor boy in trouble, I'm a 
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long way from home.

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