[ar:Peter, Paul Mary ]
[ti:Stewball]
[by:十四289090960]
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[sign:草在结它的种子，风在摇它的叶子。我们站着，不说话，就十分美好。]
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[00:00.01]Peter, Paul & Mary - Stewball
[00:22.56]Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine.
[00:33.39]He never drank water, he always drank wine.
[00:44.23]His bridle was silver, his mane it was gold.
[00:56.07]And the worth of his saddle has never been told.
[01:07.30]Oh the fairgrounds were crowded, and Stewball was there
[01:18.23]But the betting was heavy on the bay and the mare.
[01:29.60]And a-way up yonder, ahead of them all,
[01:40.58]Came a-prancin' and a-dancin' my noble Stewball.
[01:52.12]I bet on the grey mare, I bet on the bay
[02:03.26]If I'd have bet on ol' Stewball, I'd be a free man today.
[02:14.36]Oh the hoot owl, she hollers, and the turtle dove moans.
[02:26.05]I'm a poor boy in trouble, I'm a long way from home.
[02:37.20]Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine.
[02:48.59]He never drank water,he always drank wine.