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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