Stewball And Griselda Lyrics - Singles - Chad Mitchell Trio

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