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Stewball And Griselda
The Mitchell Trio
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Come all you men of sporting blood and listen to my story
'Tis of the noble Stewball, a gallant racing pony
'Tis also of his rider who brought bold Stewball over
He's the diamond of the land and he rolls around in clover
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh you'll win!
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
Oh, the horses they were all brought out with saddle, whip, and bridle
The gentlemen did shout when they saw the gallant riders
And some did shout "Hooray!" and the air was filled with curses
On the mare Griselda the sportsmen laid their purses
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh you'll win!
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
Oh, the trumpet it did sound and they shot off like an arrow
Old Stewball scarcely touched the ground and the going it was narrow
Griselda passed him by and the sportsmen all did holler
"Oh, the gray will win the day and Stewball he can foller!"
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh you'll win!
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
In the middle of the track up spoke the noble rider
"I fear we must fall back, that gray is running like a tiger"
Up spoke the noble horse, "Ride on, ride on, my master
We're only halfway 'round the course and now we'll see who's faster!"
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh you'll win!
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
And as they did discourse, bold Stewball flew like lightning
He dashed around the course and the gray mare she was taken
"Ride on, ride on, my noble horse, for a good two hundred guineas
And your saddle it shall be of gold
When we've picked up our winnings!"
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh you'll win!
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
Well, past the winning post bold Stewball went so handy
And both the horse and rider called for sherry wine and brandy
They drank to that gray mare, the gallant Miss Griselda
And to all who lost their money on the sporting plains of Kildare
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh you'll win!
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
Bet on Stewball and you might win!
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win