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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 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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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
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll win
And to all who lost their money on the sporting plains of Kildare
They drank to that gray mare, the gallant Miss Griselda
And both the horse and rider called for sherry, wine and brandy
Well, past the winning post, bold Stewball went so handy
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll win
Your saddle, it shall be of gold when we pick up our winnings
Ride on, ride on, my noble horse for a good two hundred guineas
He dashed around the course, and the gray mare she was taken
And as they did discourse, ol' Stewball flew like lightnin'
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll win
We're only half way round the course, and now we'll see who's faster?
Up spoke the noble horse, "Ride on, ride on my master
?I fear we must fall back, that gray is runnin' like a tiger?
In the middle of the track, up spoke the noble rider
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll win
?Oh the gray will win the day, and Stewball, he can foller?
Griselda passed him by, and the sportsmen all did holler
Ol' Stewball scarcely touched the ground, and the goin' it was narrow
Oh, the trumpet it did sound, and they shot off like an arrow
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll win
On the mare, Griselda, the sportsmen lay their purses
And some did shout, "Hooray" and the air was filled with curses
The gentlemen did shout when they saw the gallant riders
Oh, the horses they were all brought out with saddle, whip and bridle
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll win
He's the diamond of the land and he rolls around in clover
'Tis also of his rider, who brought ol' Stewball over
'Tis of the noble Stewball, a gallant racing pony
Come on, you men of sportin' blood and listen to my story
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