Peter, Paul and Mary - Stewball

^DOh Stewball was a ^Gracehorse, and I ^Emwish he were ^Ammine He never drank ^Dwa^Dsuster, ^Dhe always drank ^Gwi^Cne^D

His bridle was ^Gsilver, his ^Emmane it was ^Amgold And the worth of his ^Dsa^Dsusddle ^Dhas never been ^Gto^Cld^D

Oh the fairgrounds were ^Gcrowded, and ^EmStewball was ^Amthere But the betting was ^Dhe^Dsusavy o^Dn the bay and the ^Gma^Cre^D

And a-way up ^Gyonder, ^Emahead of them ^Amall Came a-prancin' and a^D-d^Dsusancin^D' my noble ^GSt^Cew^Dball

I bet on the grey ^Gmare, I ^Embet on the ^Ambay If I'd have bet on ol' ^DSt^Dsusewbal^Dl, I'd be a free man ^Gto^Cda^Dy

Oh the hoot owl, she ^Ghollers, and ^Emthe turtle dove ^Ammoans I'm a poor boy in ^Dtr^Dsusouble^D, I'm a long way from ^Gho^Cme^D

Oh Stewball was a ^Gracehorse, and ^EmI wish he were ^Ammine He never drank ^Dwa^Dsuster, h^De always drank ^Gwi^Cne^G