Master McGrath

Eighteen sixty nine being the date and the year
Those Waterloo sportsmen and more did appear
For to gain the great prizes and bear them awa’
Never counting on Ireland and Master McGrath

On the twelfth of November, that day of renown
McGrath, his keeper they left Lurgan Town
A gale in the Channel it soon drove them o’er
On the thirteenth they landed on England’s fair shore

Oh, but when they arrived there in big London Town
Those great English sportsmen all gathered ’round
And some of those gentlemen gave a ha-ha,
“We’ll soon humble the pride of your Master McGrath.”

Lord Lurgan stepped forward and he said, “Gentlemen
If there’s any amongst you has money to spend
For your great English greyhound I don’t care a straw
Here’s five thousand to one upon Master McGrath”

And, McGrath he looked up and he wagged his old tail
Informing his lordship, “Sure I know what you mean
Don’t fear noble Brownlow, don’t fear them a gra’
We’ll soon tarnish their laurels”, says Master McGrath

Oh, Rose stood uncovered, that great English pride
Her master and keeper were close by her side
They let them away and the crowd cried, “Hurrah”
For the pride of all England and Master McGrath

And, Rose and the Master they both ran along
“I wonder”, said Rose, “What took you from your home?
You should have stayed there in your Irish domain
Not tried to gain laurels on Albion’s plain.”

“I know” says the Master, “We have wild heather bogs
But, you’ll find in old Ireland we’ve good men and dogs
Lead on, bold Britannia, give none of your jaw
Stuff that up your nostrils”, says Master McGrath

Well, the hare she led on just as swift as the wind
He was sometimes before her and sometimes behind
He jumped on her back and he held up his paw
“Three cheers for old Ireland,” says Master McGrath