Stewball
Peter, Paul and Mary
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Oh Stewball was a Abracehorse, and I wish he were Bmmine.
He never drank Ebwater, he always drank AbwinDbe.Eb
His bridle was Absilver, his mane it was Bmgold.
And the worth of his Ebsaddle has never been AbtolDbd.Eb
Oh the fairgrounds were Abcrowded, and Stewball was Bmthere
But the betting was Ebheavy on the bay and the AbmarDbe.Eb
And a-way up Abyonder, ahead of them Bmall,
Came a-prancing and a-Ebdancing my noble StewAbbalDbl.Eb
I bet on the Abgrey mare, I bet on the Bmbay
If I'd have bet on old EbStewball, I'd be a free man AbtodayDb.Eb
Oh the hoot owl, she Abhollers, and the turtle dove Bmmoans.
I'm a poor boy in Ebtrouble, I'm a long way from AbhomDbe.Eb
Oh Stewball was a Abracehorse, and I wish he were Bmmine.
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He never drank water, he always drank wine.