Eighteen sixty-nine being the date and the year,|
Those Waterloo sportsmen and more did appear
For to gain the great prizes and take them awa',
Never counting on Ireland and Master McGrath.
2. On the 12th of November, the day of renown
McGrath and his keeper they left Lorgan town
A gale in the channel soon drove them o'er,
On the 13th they landed on England's fair shore.
3. Oh when they arrived there in big London town
Those great English sportsmen all gathered around
Said one of those Gentlemen standing nearby,
"That's the great dog you call Master McGrath"
4. Then one of those Gentlemen standing around
Said "I don't give a damn for an Irish Greyhound"
Another he sneered with a scornful haha,
We'll soon humble the pride of your Master McGrath.
5. Lord Lorgan stepped forward and he says Gentlemen!
If it's any among you with money to spend
For you great English nobles I don't care a straw,
I bet five thousand to one upon Master McGrath.
6. McGrath he looked up and wagged his old tail,|
Informing his Lordship "I know what you mane,
Don't fear noble brownbrow don't fear him agra,
We'll tarnish their laurels" said Master McGrath.
7. Oh, then Rose stood uncovered, the great English pride,
When Master and keeper came close by her side
They let them away, and the crowd cried Hurrah,
For the pride of ole England and Master McGrath.
8. Rose and the Master they both run along;
I wonder, said Rose what took you from your home
You should have stayed there in your Irish domain
And not come to gain laurels on Albion plain.
9. I know, said the Master, we have wild heather bogs,
Over in Ireland there's good men and dogs,
Speed on for Britannia, give none of your jaw,
Stuff that up your nostrils said Master McGrath.
10. The hare she let on as swift as the wind,
He was sometimes before her and sometimes behind,
He jumped on her back she dropped over her paw,
Long live the Republic said Master McGrath!