Luyện nghe bài hát Stewball and Griselda

Come on, you men of blood and listen to my story
'Tis of the noble Stewball, a gallant pony
'Tis also of his rider, who ol' Stewball over
He's the diamond of the land and he rolls in clover

Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you win

Oh, the horses they were all out with saddle, whip and bridle
The gentlemen did shout when they saw the riders
And some did shout, "Hooray" and the air was with curses
On the mare, Griselda, the sportsmen lay their

Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you win, oh, you'll win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you win

Oh, the it did sound, and they shot off like an arrow
Ol' Stewball scarcely the ground, and the goin' it was narrow
Griselda passed him by, and the sportsmen all did
Oh the gray win the day, and Stewball, he can foller

Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you win, oh, you'll win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you win

In the middle of the track, up spoke the noble
I fear we must fall back, gray is runnin' like a tiger
Up spoke the horse, "Ride on, ride on my master
We're only half way round the course, and now we'll see who's

Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you win, oh, you'll win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you win

And as they did discourse, ol' flew like lightnin'
He dashed around the course, and the gray mare she was
Ride on, on, my noble horse for a good two hundred guineas
Your saddle, it shall be of gold when we pick up our

Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you win

Well, past the winning post, bold went so handy
And both the horse and rider called for sherry, wine and
They drank to that gray mare, the gallant Miss
And to all who lost their money on the plains of Kildare

Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you win

Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you win, oh, you'll win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you win