(ain't what she used to be)
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Olde Stewball was a racehorse
and I wish he was mine
he never drank water
He always drank wine
His bridle was Silver
His mane it was gold
and the price of his saddle
has never been told
Oh the Fairgrounds was crowed
Olde Stewball was there
But the betting was heavy
on the Bay and Grey Mare
Well the Bay horse he stumbled
and the Grey Mare she fall
but a dancing and prancing
came noble Stewball
O, I bet on the Bay Horse
and I bet on the Grey
if I'd bet on Olde Stewball
Be a rich man today
Well the Hoot Owl he hollers
and the Turtle Dove moans
I'm a poor soul in trouble
I'm a long way from home
Olde Stewball was a racehorse
and I wish he was mine