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

Oh, the they were all brought 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 trumpet it did sound, and they off like an arrow
Ol' Stewball scarcely touched the ground, and the goin' it was
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 middle of the track, up spoke the noble
I fear we must fall back, that gray is like a tiger
Up the noble horse, "Ride on, ride on my master
We're only half way the course, and now we'll see who's faster

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

And as they did discourse, ol' Stewball flew like
He around the course, and the gray mare she was taken
Ride on, ride on, my noble horse for a 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, and brandy
They drank to that gray mare, the gallant Griselda
And to all who lost their money on the sporting 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