If you did that from memory, Rapire, you did pretty darn good. You missed the second-last verse. Here's what I hear.
-Joe Offer-


STEWBALL AND GRISELDA
(as recorded by the Chad Mitchell Trio)

Come all you men of sportin' blood and listen to my story
'Tis of the noble Stewball, a gallant racin' pony.
'Tis also of his rider, who brought bold Stewball over,
He's the diamond of the land and he rolls around in clover.

Chorus:
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might 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 hurray! and the air was filled with curses
On the mare Griselda the sportsmen lay their purses.

Chorus:

Oh, the trumpet it did sound and they shot off like an arrow,
Old Stewball scarcely touched the ground and the goin' it was narrow.
Griselda passed him by and the sportsmen all did holler,
"Oh the grey will win the day and Stewball he can foller."

Chorus

In the middle of the track, up spoke the noble rider,
"I fear we must fall back that grey is runnin' like a tiger."
Up spoke the noble horse, "Ride on, ride on my master!
We're only halfway 'round the course and now we'll see who's faster."

Chorus

And as they did discourse, bold Stewball flew like lightnin'
He dashed around the course, and the grey 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

Chorus

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 grey mare, the darlin' gallant Miss Griselda,
And all who lost their money on the sportin' plains of Kildare.

Chorus

Transcribed from The Best of the Chad Mitchell Trio: The Mercury Years