Lirik Lagu Stewball and Griselda - Chad Mitchell Trio
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Come on, you men of sportin' blood and listen to my story'Tis of the noble Stewball, a gallant racing pony'Tis also of his rider, who brought ol' Stewball overHe's the diamond of the land and he rolls around in clover
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll winBet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
Oh, the horses they were all brought out with saddle, whip and bridleThe gentlemen did shout when they saw the gallant ridersAnd some did shout, "Hooray" and the air was filled with cursesOn the mare, Griselda, the sportsmen lay their purses
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll winBet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
Oh, the trumpet it did sound, and they shot off like an arrowOl' Stewball scarcely touched the ground, and the goin' it was narrowGriselda passed him by, and the sportsmen all did hollerOh the gray will win the day, and Stewball, he can foller
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll winBet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
In the middle of the track, up spoke the noble riderI fear we must fall back, that gray is runnin' like a tigerUp spoke the noble horse, "Ride on, ride on my masterWe're only half way round the course, and now we'll see who's faster
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll winBet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
And as they did discourse, ol' Stewball flew like lightnin'He dashed around the course, and the gray mare she was takenRide on, ride on, my noble horse for a good two hundred guineasYour saddle, it shall be of gold when we pick up our winnings
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll winBet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
Well, past the winning post, bold Stewball went so handyAnd both the horse and rider called for sherry, wine and brandyThey drank to that gray mare, the gallant Miss GriseldaAnd to all who lost their money on the sporting plains of Kildare
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll winBet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll winBet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll winBet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
Oh, the horses they were all brought out with saddle, whip and bridleThe gentlemen did shout when they saw the gallant ridersAnd some did shout, "Hooray" and the air was filled with cursesOn the mare, Griselda, the sportsmen lay their purses
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll winBet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
Oh, the trumpet it did sound, and they shot off like an arrowOl' Stewball scarcely touched the ground, and the goin' it was narrowGriselda passed him by, and the sportsmen all did hollerOh the gray will win the day, and Stewball, he can foller
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll winBet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
In the middle of the track, up spoke the noble riderI fear we must fall back, that gray is runnin' like a tigerUp spoke the noble horse, "Ride on, ride on my masterWe're only half way round the course, and now we'll see who's faster
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll winBet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
And as they did discourse, ol' Stewball flew like lightnin'He dashed around the course, and the gray mare she was takenRide on, ride on, my noble horse for a good two hundred guineasYour saddle, it shall be of gold when we pick up our winnings
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll winBet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
Well, past the winning post, bold Stewball went so handyAnd both the horse and rider called for sherry, wine and brandyThey drank to that gray mare, the gallant Miss GriseldaAnd to all who lost their money on the sporting plains of Kildare
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll winBet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll winBet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
