Come all you bold sportsmen and listen to my story About noble Stewball, that gallant racing pony Arthur Marble was the man that first brought Stewball here For to run with Miss Griesel on the Plains of Kildare
And the fame of his actions we've heard of before But now he is challenged by young Mrs. Gore For to run with Miss Griesel, that handsome grey mare For ten thousand gold guineas on the Plains of Kildare
And the cattle they were brought out with saddle, whip, and bridle And the gentlemen did shout at the sight of the gallant riders And in viewing the cattle just as they came there Oh, they all laid their money on the Monaghan grey mare
And the order it was given and away they did fly Stewball like an arrow, the grey mare passed by And if you had've been there to have seen them going round You'd've thought to your heart their feet ne'er touched the ground
And when at last they came to halfway 'round the course Stewball and his rider began to discourse Says Stewball to the rider, “Can you tell to me How far is that grey mare this moment from me?”
Says the rider to Stewball, “You run in great style You're ahead of the grey mare almost half a mile And if you keep your running I vow and I swear That you never will be beaten by the Monaghan grey mare”
The last winning post, Stewball passed it quite handy Horse and rider both called for sherry, wine and brandy And they drank up a health to the noble grey mare For she emptied their pockets on the Plains of KildareTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
