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Stewball - Peter Andre
Oh stewball was a race horse

And I wish he were mine

He never drank water

He always drank wine

His bridle was silver

His bridle was silver

His mane it was gold

His mane it was gold
And the worth of his saddle

And the worth of his saddle
Has never been told
Has never been told
Oh the fair grounds were crowded

The fair grounds were crowded
Stewball was there
And stewball was there
But the betting was heavy
Let me hear you sing

But the betting was heavy

On the gray and the mare

On the gray and the mare

As they were apporaching

As they were apporaching
And found the house where you are
And found the house where you are
Grain there she stamble
Grain there she stamble
Fell to the ground
And fell to the ground
And way up yonder

Way up yonder
Ahead of them all
Ahead of them all
Came a prancin' and a dancin'

Came a prancin' and a dancin'
My noble stewball

My noble stewball
And way we're the yonder

Way we're the yonder
Ahead of them all

Ahead of them all

Came a prancin' and a dancin'
Came a prancin' and a dancin'
My noble stewball
My noble stewball

I bet on the gray mare

I bet on the bay

If I'd have bet on my stewball

I'd be a free man today

Stewball was a race horse

I wish he were mine

I wish he were mine
He never drank water

He never drank water
He always drank wine

He always drank wine
Wine