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[Verse 1]
Em A Em
Come all you bold sportsmen and listen to my story
D Em
It’s about noble Stewball that gallant racing pony
G D
Arthur Marble was the man that first brought Stewball here
G A
For to run with Miss Griesel on the Plains of Kildare.
[Verse 2]
Em A Em
O the fame of his actions we’ve heard of before
D Em
But now he is challenged by young Mrs. Gore
G D
For to run with Miss Griesel that handsome grey mare
G A
For ten thousand gold guineas on the Plains of Kildare.
[Verse 3]
Em A Em
And the cattle they were brought out with saddle whip and bridle
D Em
And the gentlemen did shout at the sight of the gallant riders
G D
And in viewing the cattle just as they came there
G A
O they all laid their money on the Monaghan grey mare.
[Verse 4]
Em A Em
And the order it was given and away they did fly
D Em
Stewball like an arrow the grey mare passed by
G D
And if you had’ve been there for to see them going round
G A
You’d’ve thought to your heart their feet ne’er touched the ground.
[Verse 5]
Em A Em
And when at last they came to half way round the course
D Em
Stewball and his rider began to discourse
G D
Says Stewball to the rider “Can you tell to me
G A
How far is that grey mare this moment from me.”
[Verse 6]
Em A Em
Says the rider to Stewball “You run in great style
D Em
You’re ahead of the grey mare almost half a mile
G D
And if you keep your running I vow and I swear
G A
That you never will be beaten by the Monaghan grey mare.”
[Verse 7]
Em A Em
The last winning post, Stewball passed it quite handy
D Em
Horse and rider both called for sherry wine and brandy
G D
And they drank up a health to the noble grey mare
G A
For she emptied their pockets on the Plains of Kildare.
