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 brought ol' Stewball
He's the diamond of the and he rolls around 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 brought out with saddle, and bridle
The gentlemen did shout when saw the gallant riders
And some did shout, "Hooray" and the air was with curses
On the mare, Griselda, the sportsmen lay purses

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 Stewball so handy
And both the and rider called for sherry, wine and brandy
They drank to gray mare, the gallant Miss Griselda
And to all who their money on the sporting 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