| Em | D | Em | | Eight | een sixty nine being the d | ate anf the y | ear, |
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| G | Em | D | Em | | Those W | aterloo sp | ortsmen and m | ore did app | ear, |
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| G | Em | D | Em | | For to g | ain the great pr | izes and b | ear them aw | a', |
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| Em | D | Em | | Never c | ounting on Ireland and M | aster McGr | ath. |
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On the twelfth of November, that day of renown, |
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McGrath and his keeper they left Lurgan town, |
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A gale in the Channel, it soon drove them o'er, |
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On the thirteenth they landed on England's fair shore. |
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Oh well when they arrived there in big London Town, |
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Those great English sportsmen all gathered around, |
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And one of those gentlemen standing nearby |
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said, 'Is that the great dog you call Master McGrath?' |
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Oh well one of the gentlemen standing around, |
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Says, 'I don't care a damn for your Irish greyhound!' |
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And another he sneered with a scornful 'Ha! Ha! |
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We'll soon humble the pride of your Master McGrath.' |
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Then Lord Lurgan came forward and said, 'Gentlemen, |
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If there's any amongst you has money to spend. |
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For your grand English nobles I don't care a straw, |
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Here's five thousand to one upon Master McGrath.' |
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Oh, McGrath he looked up and he wagged his old tail. |
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Informing his lordship, 'Sure I know what you mane, |
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Don't fear, noble Brownlow, don't fear them agra, |
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We'll soon tarnish their laurels', says Master McGrath. |
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Oh well Rose stood uncovered, the great English pride, |
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Her master and keeper were close by her side; |
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They let them away and the crowd cried, 'Hurrah!' |
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For the pride of all England and Master McGrath. |
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Oh well Rose and the Master they both ran along. |
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'I wonder', says Rose, 'what took you from your home. |
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You should have stayed there in your Irish domain, |
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And not come to gain laurels on Albion's plain.' |
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'Well, I know', says the Master, 'we have wild heather bogs |
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but, bedad, in old Ireland there's good men and dogs. |
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Lead on, bold Britannia, give none of your jaw, |
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Stuff that up your nostrils', says Master McGrath. |
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Well the hare she led on just as swift as the wind |
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He was sometimes before her and sometimes behind, |
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He jumped on her back and held up his ould paw - |
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'Long live the Republic', says Master McGrath. |
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