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  • 作曲 : Traditional
    You gallant sportsmen all, come listen to my story
    It's of the bold Skewball, that noble racing pony
    Arthur Marvel was the man that brought bold Skewball over
    He's the diamond of the land and he rolls about in clover.
    The horses were brought out with saddle, whip and bridle
    And the gentlemen did shout when they saw the noble riders
    And some did shout hurray, the air was thick with curses
    And on the grey Griselda the sportsmen laid their purses.
    The trumpet it did sound, they shot off like an arrow
    They scarcely touched the ground for the going it was narrow
    Then Griselda passed him by and the gentlemen did holler
    The grey will win the day and Skewball he will follow.
    Then halfway 'round the course up spoke the noble rider
    I fear we must fall back for she's going like a tiger
    Up spoke the noble horse, ride on my noble master
    For we're half way round the course and now we'll see who's faster.
    And when they did discourse, bold Skewball flew like lightning
    They chased around the course and the grey mare she was taken
    Ride on my noble lord, for the good two hundred guineas
    The saddle shall be of gold when we pick up our winnings.
    Past the winning post, bold Skewball proved quite handy
    And horse and rider both ordered sherry, wine and brandy
    And then they drank a health unto Miss Griselda
    And all that lost their money on the sporting plains of Kildare.
  • 作曲 : Traditional
    You gallant sportsmen all, come listen to my story
    It's of the bold Skewball, that noble racing pony
    Arthur Marvel was the man that brought bold Skewball over
    He's the diamond of the land and he rolls about in clover.
    The horses were brought out with saddle, whip and bridle
    And the gentlemen did shout when they saw the noble riders
    And some did shout hurray, the air was thick with curses
    And on the grey Griselda the sportsmen laid their purses.
    The trumpet it did sound, they shot off like an arrow
    They scarcely touched the ground for the going it was narrow
    Then Griselda passed him by and the gentlemen did holler
    The grey will win the day and Skewball he will follow.
    Then halfway 'round the course up spoke the noble rider
    I fear we must fall back for she's going like a tiger
    Up spoke the noble horse, ride on my noble master
    For we're half way round the course and now we'll see who's faster.
    And when they did discourse, bold Skewball flew like lightning
    They chased around the course and the grey mare she was taken
    Ride on my noble lord, for the good two hundred guineas
    The saddle shall be of gold when we pick up our winnings.
    Past the winning post, bold Skewball proved quite handy
    And horse and rider both ordered sherry, wine and brandy
    And then they drank a health unto Miss Griselda
    And all that lost their money on the sporting plains of Kildare.