Luyện nghe bài hát Stewball and Griselda

Come on, you men of sportin' blood and listen to my
'Tis of the noble Stewball, a gallant racing
'Tis also of his rider, who brought ol' Stewball
He's the diamond of the land and he 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, whip and
The gentlemen did shout they saw the gallant riders
And some did shout, "Hooray" and the air was filled with
On the mare, Griselda, the sportsmen lay 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 off like an arrow
Ol' Stewball touched the ground, and the goin' it was narrow
Griselda 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 back, that gray is runnin' like a tiger
Up spoke the noble horse, "Ride on, on my master
only 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' flew like lightnin'
He dashed around the course, and the gray mare she was
on, ride on, my noble horse for a good two hundred guineas
Your saddle, it be of gold when we pick up our winnings

Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you win, oh, you'll 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 gray mare, the gallant Miss Griselda
And to all who lost their money on the 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