Stewball

Old Stewball, he was a good horse
And I wished he were mine
He never drank water
He only drank wine
His bridle was silver
And his reins, they were gold
And the worth of his saddle
Has never been told

The fairgrounds were crowded
And Stewball was there
And the bettin' was heavy
On the bay and the mare
Well, I bet on the gray mare
And I bet on the bay
Had I bet on old Stewball
I'd be a rich man today

The crowd, they cheered loudly
What a wonderful sound
But the curragh fell silent
When the bay hit the ground
Then way out yonder

Ahead of them all
Came a-prancin' and dancin'
My noble Stewball
Old Stewball, he was a good horse
And I wished he were mine
He never drank water
He only drank wine