Stewball Lyrics
| Song | Stewball |
| Artist | The Hollies |
| Album | Original Album Series |
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| Lyrics：Yellin/Rinzler/Herald Music：Yellin/Rinzler/Herald | |
| Old Stewball was a racehorse | |
| And I wished he were mine | |
| He never drank water | |
| He always drank wine | |
| 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 | |
| Oh, the hoot owl she hollers | |
| And the turtle dove moans | |
| I'm a poor boy in trouble | |
| 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 |
| Lyrics: Yellin Rinzler Herald Music: Yellin Rinzler Herald | |
| Old Stewball was a racehorse | |
| And I wished he were mine | |
| He never drank water | |
| He always drank wine | |
| 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 | |
| Oh, the hoot owl she hollers | |
| And the turtle dove moans | |
| I' m a poor boy in trouble | |
| 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 |
| Lyrics: Yellin Rinzler Herald Music: Yellin Rinzler Herald | |
| Old Stewball was a racehorse | |
| And I wished he were mine | |
| He never drank water | |
| He always drank wine | |
| 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 | |
| Oh, the hoot owl she hollers | |
| And the turtle dove moans | |
| I' m a poor boy in trouble | |
| 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 |
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