Luyện nghe bài hát Stewball and Griselda

Come on, you men of sportin' blood and listen to my
'Tis of the noble Stewball, a racing pony
'Tis of his rider, who brought ol' Stewball over
the diamond of the land and he rolls around in clover

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

Oh, the horses they were all brought out saddle, whip and bridle
The gentlemen did shout they saw the gallant 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 trumpet it did sound, and they shot off like an
Ol' Stewball touched the ground, and the goin' it was narrow
Griselda passed him by, and the all did holler
Oh the gray will win the day, and Stewball, he can

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

In the of the track, up spoke the noble rider
I fear we must fall back, that gray is runnin' a tiger
Up spoke the noble horse, "Ride on, 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 might win, oh, 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 mare she was taken
Ride on, ride on, my horse for a good two hundred guineas
saddle, it shall be of gold when 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 post, bold Stewball went so handy
And the horse 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 win, oh, you'll win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you win

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