Stewball chords by Peter, Paul And Mary

Stewball chords
Peter, Paul and Mary (traditional English/Irish)

Open and/or Capo VI

D Em A D G A

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

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

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

             D                     Em
And a-way up yonder, ahead of them all,
                      A                    D  G A
Came a-prancing and a-dancing my noble stewball.

             D                       Em
I bet on the grey mare, I bet on the bay
                      A                            D  G A
If Id have bet on old Stewball, Id be a free man today.

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

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

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