Plains Of Kildare

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[Verse 1]
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Come all you bold sportsmen and listen to my story
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It’s about noble Stewball that gallant racing pony
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Arthur Marble was the man that first brought Stewball here
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For to run with Miss Griesel on the Plains of Kildare.

[Verse 2]
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O the fame of his actions we’ve heard of before
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But now he is challenged by young Mrs. Gore
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For to run with Miss Griesel that handsome grey mare
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For ten thousand gold guineas on the Plains of Kildare.

[Verse 3]
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And the cattle they were brought out with saddle whip and bridle
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And the gentlemen did shout at the sight of the gallant riders
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And in viewing the cattle just as they came there
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O they all laid their money on the Monaghan grey mare.

[Verse 4]
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And the order it was given and away they did fly
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Stewball like an arrow the grey mare passed by
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And if you had’ve been there for to see them going round
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You’d’ve thought to your heart their feet ne’er touched the ground.

[Verse 5]
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And when at last they came to half way round the course
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Stewball and his rider began to discourse
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Says Stewball to the rider “Can you tell to me
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How far is that grey mare this moment from me.”

[Verse 6]
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Says the rider to Stewball “You run in great style
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You’re ahead of the grey mare almost half a mile
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And if you keep your running I vow and I swear
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That you never will be beaten by the Monaghan grey mare.”

[Verse 7]

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The last winning post, Stewball passed it quite handy
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Horse and rider both called for sherry wine and brandy
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And they drank up a health to the noble grey mare
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For she emptied their pockets on the Plains of Kildare.