Stewball
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 I'd have bet on ol' stewball, I'd be a free man today
Oh the hoot owl, she hollers, and the turtle dove moans
I'm a poor boy in trouble, I'm a long way from home
Oh, Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine
He never drank water, he always drank wine
Stewball
Oh, Stewball era un caballo de carreras, y desearía que fuera mío
Nunca tomaba agua, siempre tomaba vino
Su brida era de plata, su crin era de oro
Y el valor de su silla nunca fue contado
Oh, los terrenos de la feria estaban abarrotados, y Stewball estaba allí
Pero las apuestas eran fuertes por el bayo y la yegua
Y allá arriba, delante de todos
Llegó trotando y bailando mi noble Stewball
Aposté por la yegua gris, aposté por el bayo
Si hubiera apostado por el viejo Stewball, sería un hombre libre hoy
Oh, el búho ulula, y la tortolita gime
Soy un pobre muchacho en apuros, estoy lejos de casa
Oh, Stewball era un caballo de carreras, y desearía que fuera mío
Nunca tomaba agua, siempre tomaba vino
Escrita por: Elena Mezzetti / Mary Travers / Milton Okun / Noel Paul Stookey