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 cloverBet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might winOh, 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 pursesBet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might winOh, 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 follerBet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might winIn 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 fasterBet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might winAnd 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 winningsBet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might winWell, 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 KildareBet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might winBet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win