Lonnie Donegan
stewball remastered
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Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine.
He never drank water, he always drank wine.
His bridle was silver, his main 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.
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Midnight Special - The Skiffle Years 1953-1957
- King of Skiffle
- The Collection
- The Best of Lonnie Donegan
- Talking Guitar Blues
- Sing Hallelujah...Plus
- The Acoustic Folk Box
- Rock Island Line: The Singles Anthology 1955–1967
- Showcase...plus
- Showcase
- Talking Guitar Blues... The Very Best Of...
- Anthems In Eden
- UK - 1958 - January
- Skiffle - Out of Business, Vol 4
- Lonnie Donegan & The Original Hits Of The Skiffle Explosion
- Skiffle: The Essential Recordings
- The Big 50 Skiffle Collection
- The Hits 1957 (Volume 2)
- The Hits 1957 (The Complete Collection)