Luyện nghe bài hát Stewball and Griselda

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

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

Oh, the it did sound, and they shot off like an arrow
Ol' Stewball scarcely touched the ground, and the it was narrow
Griselda passed him by, and the all did holler
Oh the gray win the day, and Stewball, he can foller

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 only half way round the course, and now 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 did discourse, ol' Stewball flew like lightnin'
He dashed the course, and the gray mare she was taken
Ride on, ride on, my noble horse for a good two hundred
Your saddle, it 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 went so
And both the horse and rider called for sherry, wine and
They to that 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