Steeleye Span - Skewball lyrics
[Steeleye Span - Skewball lyrics]
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
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