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Come all ye bold sportsmen and listen to my story
About noble Stewball, that gallant racing pony
Arthur Marble was the man that first brought Stewball here
But to run with Miss Greasel on the plains of Kildare
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And the fame of his actions we've heard all before
Now he is challenged by young Mrs. Gore
To run with Miss Greasel, that handsome grey mare
But ten thousand gold yen is on the plains of Kildare
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And the cattle they were brought out with saddle, whip and bridle
The gentlemen did shout at the sight of the gallant riders
Imbuing the cattle just as they came there
Oh they all laid their money on the Monaghan grey mare
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And the order it was given and the way they did fly
Stewball like an arrow the grey mare passed by
If you had a been there to have seen them going around
You'd have thought to your heart the beating air touched the ground
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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
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Says the rider to Stewball you're running great style
You're ahead of the grey mare almost half a mile
If you keep your running I vow and I swear
That you never will be beaten by the Monaghan grey mare
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The last winning post Stewball passed it quite handy
Horse and rider both called for sherry wine and brandy
They drank up a health to the noble grey mare
But she emptied their pockets on the plains of Kilaire
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