text: Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine
  He never drank water, he always drank wine
  His bridle was silver, his mane it was gold
  And the worth of his saddle has never been told
  Oh the fairgrounds were crowded, and Stewball was there
  But the betting was heavy on the bay and the mare
  And a-way up yonder, ahead of them all
  Came a-prancin and a-dancin my noble Stewball
  I bet on the grey mare, I bet on the bay
  If Id have bet on ol Stewball, Id be a free man today
  Oh the hoot owl, she hollers, and the turtle dove moans
  Im a poor boy in trouble, Im a long way from home
  Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine
  He never drank water,he always drank wine