Stewball And Griselda

作词:Chad Mitchell

作曲:Chad Mitchell

所属专辑:The Best Of The Chad Mitchell Trio The Mercury Years

歌词

Stewball And Griselda - The Mitchell Trio

作词:William Mitchell

作曲:William Mitchell

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 over

He's the diamond of the land and he rolls around in clover

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

Bet on Stewball my boy and you might win

Oh the horses they were all brought out with saddle whip and bridle

The gentlemen did shout when they saw the gallant riders

And some did shout Hooray and the air was filled with curses

On the mare Griselda the sportsmen lay their purses

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

Bet on Stewball my boy and you might win

Oh the trumpet it did sound and they shot off like an arrow

Ol' Stewball scarcely touched the ground and the goin' it was narrow

Griselda passed him by and the sportsmen all did holler

Oh the gray will win the day and Stewball he can foller

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

Bet on Stewball my boy and you might win

In the middle of the track up spoke the noble rider

I fear we must fall back that gray is runnin' like a tiger

Up spoke the noble horse Ride on ride on my master

We'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 win

Bet 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 taken

Ride on ride on my noble horse for a good two hundred guineas

Your saddle it shall be of gold when we pick up our winnings

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

Bet on Stewball my boy and you might win

Well past the winning post bold Stewball went so handy

And both the horse and rider called for sherry wine and brandy

They drank to that gray mare the gallant Miss Griselda

And to all who lost their money on the sporting plains of Kildare

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

Bet on Stewball my boy and you might win

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

Bet on Stewball my boy and you might win

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