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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

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