Stewball
| Category: | Calm |
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| Link: | Performance Example |
| Notes: | Traditional narrative ballad best sung solo or with light accompaniment. Works well late in the campfire when things have settled. Let the story carry it; avoid rushing the tempo. |
G Am D G C D
Oh Stewball was a Gracehorse, and I wish he were Ammine.
He never drank Dwater, he always drank Gwine.C D
His bridle was Gsilver, his mane it was Amgold.
And the worth of his Dsaddle, has never been Gtold.C D
Oh the fairgrounds were Gcrowded, and Stewball was Amthere
But the betting was Dheavy, on the bay and the Gmare. C D
And a-way up Gyonder, ahead of them Amall,
Came a-prancing and a-Ddancing, my noble StewGball.C D
I bet on the Ggrey mare, I bet on the Ambay
If I'd have bet on old DStewball, I'd be a free manGtoday. C D
Oh the hoot owl, she Ghollers, and the turtle dove Ammoans.
I'm a poor boy in Dtrouble, I'm a long way from Ghome. C D
Oh Stewball was a Gracehorse, and I wish he were Ammine.
He never drank Dwater, he always drank Gwine.G G/
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