Eigh[C]teen sixty-[G7]nine being the date of the [C]year
The Waterloo [Am]sportsmen they [G]all did appear
To [C]win
the great prize and to [F]bear it a[C]way
Never counting on [G7]Ireland and Master Mc[C]Grath.
And when they arrived there in big London town,
The great English sportsmen they all gathered 'round.
One of the
gentlemen gave it a ha-ha,
"Is that the great dog you call Master McGrath?"
Lord Lurgon stepped forward and he said, "Gentlemen,
If there are any among you have mondy to spend,
For your great
English greyhound I don't care a straw,
Five thousand to one upon Master McGrath."
White Rose stood uncoverec, the great English pride;
Her trainer and owner were both by her side.
They led 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," said Rose, "what took you from your home.
Hou should have
stayed there in your Irish domain
And not come to gain laurels on Albion's plains."
"I know," said McGrath, "we have wild heather bogs,
But you'll find in old Ireland we have good men and dogs.
Lead
on, bold Brtitannia, give none of your jaw;
Snuff that up your nostrils," said Master McGrath.
The heare she led on, what a beautiful view,
As swift ad the wind o'er the green fields she flew.
He jumped on her
back and he held up his paw:
"Three cheers for old Ireland," said Master McGrath.
"I've known many greyhounds that filled me with pride
In the days that are gon and it can't be denied,
But the greathes
and the bravest the world ever saw
Was our champion of champions, brave Master McGrath.
