Luyện nghe bài hát Stewball and Griselda

Come on, you men of blood and listen to my story
'Tis of the Stewball, a gallant racing pony
also of his rider, who brought ol' Stewball over
He's the of the land 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 out with saddle, whip and bridle
The gentlemen did when they saw the gallant riders
And some did shout, "Hooray" and the air was with curses
On the mare, Griselda, the lay their purses

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 scarcely the ground, and the goin' it was narrow
Griselda him by, and the sportsmen 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, gray is runnin' like a tiger
Up spoke the noble horse, "Ride on, ride on my
We're half way round the course, and now we'll see who's faster

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' Stewball like lightnin'
He dashed around the course, and the mare she was taken
Ride on, ride on, my noble 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 winning post, bold Stewball so handy
And both the horse and rider called for sherry, and brandy
They drank to that mare, the gallant Miss Griselda
And to all who lost 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 win, oh, you'll win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you win