Plains Of Kildare

Come all you bold sportsmen and listen to my story
 About noble Stewball, that gallant racin' pony
 Arthur Marble was the man that first brought Stewball here
 For to run with Miss Griesel on the Plains of Kildare
 And the fame of his actions we've heard of before
 But now he is challenged by young Mrs. Gore
 For to run with Miss Griesel that handsome grey mare
 For ten thousand gold guineas on the Plains of Kildare
 And the cattle they were brought out with saddle, whip and bridle
 And the gentlemen did shout at the sight of the gallant riders
 And in viewin' the cattle just as they came there
 Oh, they all laid their money on the Monaghan grey mare
 And the order it was given and away they did fly
 Stewball like an arrow, the grey mare passed by
 And if you had've been there for to see them goin' round
 You'd've thought to your heart their feet ne'er touched the ground
 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?"
 Says the rider to Stewball, "You run in great style
 You're ahead of the grey mare almost half a mile
 And if you keep your runnin' I vow and I swear
 That you never will be beaten by the Monaghan grey mare"
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 The last winnin' post, Stewball passed it quite handy
 Horse and rider both called for sherry, wine and brandy
 And they drank up a health to the noble grey mare
 For she emptied their pockets on the Plains of Kildare