Came a-prancin' and a-dancin' my noble Stewball He never drank water,he always drank wine.
He never drank water, he always drank wine
Many of us have heard the song, “Old Stewball Was A Racehorse.” But did you know there really was a racehorse named Stewball?
His bridle was silver, his mane it was gold.
But the betting was heavy on the bay and the mare Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine This horse spawned a legend that has endured for more than two centuries. Stewball Lyrics: 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 And a-way up yonder… And the worth of his saddle has never been told. Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine. Oh the fairgrounds were crowded, and Stewball was there Stewball Lyrics: Stewball was a good horse, he wore his head high / And the mane on his foretop, was fine as silk thread / I rode him in England, I rode him in Spain / And I never did lose, boys, I And a-way up yonder, ahead of them all And the worth of his saddle has never been told Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine
His bridle was silver, his mane it was gold Oh the hoot owl, she hollers, and the turtle dove moans Oh the fairgrounds were crowded, and Stewball was there But the betting was heavy on the bay and the mare.
Actually, the horse’s name might have been Sku-Ball or Squ-Ball, but evolved into Stewball… He never drank water, he always drank wine. I'm a poor boy in trouble, I'm a long way from home Skewball was the name of an 18th-century British racehorse, most famous as the subject of a broadsheet ballad and folk-song. If I'd have bet on ol' Stewball, I'd be a free man today I bet on the grey mare, I bet on the bay