Master Mcgrath

1869 being the date and the year Those Waterloo sportsmen and more did appear Oh, to view the great prizes and bear them awa' Never counting on Ireland and Master McGrath On the twelfth of December, that day of renown McGrath and his keeper, they left Lurgan town And a gale in the channel, it soon drove them o'er On the thirteenth they landed on fair England's shore And when they arrived there in great London town Those grand English sportsmen, they all gathered round And one of those gentlemen gave a "ha-ha" Saying, "is that the great dog you call Master McGrath?" Lord Lurgan stepped forward and he said, "gentlemen Is there any among you has money to spend? For your great English greyhound I don't care straw Five-thousand to one upon Master McGrath." White Rose stood uncovered, the great English pride Her trainer and owner were both by her side Oh, they let her away and the crowd cried "hurrah" For the pride of all England and Master McGrath As Rose and the Master, they both ran along "I wonder," says Rose, "what took you from your home You should've stayed there in your Irish domain And not come to gain laurels on Albion's plain." "Well, I know," says McGrath, "we have wild heather bogs But you'll find in old Ireland we have good men and dogs Lead on, bold Britannia, give none of your jaw For I'll garnish your laurels," says Master McGrath Oh, the hare, she led off, what a beautiful view As swift as the wind o'er the green fields she flew He jumped on the hare's back and he held up his paw "Three cheers for old Ireland," says Master McGrath I've known many greyhounds that filled me with pride In the days that are gone, but it can't be denied That the greatest and the bravest the world ever saw Was our champion of champions called Master McGrath