Master Mcgrath

1868, being the date and the year

Those Waterloo sportsmen did grandly appear

To gain the great prizes in Bertrambois

Never counting on Ireland and Master McGrath

On the 12th of December, that day of renown

McGrath and his trainer, they left Larkintown

John Walsh was a trainer, and soon they got off

For the very next day they touched England's great shore

And when they arrived there in big London town

Those great English sportsmen all gathered around

And one of those gentlemen gave a ha-ha

Is that the great dog you call Master McGrath?

And one of those gentlemen standing around

Says, I don't give a damn for your Irish greyhound

And another he laughs with a great ha-ha-ha

We'll soon humble the pride of your Master McGrath

Well, Lord Larkin steps forward, and says gentlemen

Is there any among you has money to spend?

For you nobles of England, I don't give a straw

Here's five thousand, so one on me, Master McGrath

Well, the slips were let loose, and amid a great roar

The greyhound swept on like great waves to the shore

To a dead even break for old Herring O'-Bra

Sure they tore round the course led by Master McGrath

Well, to her, she led on just as swift as the wind

He was sometimes before her, and sometimes behind

Well, he jumped on her back, and he held up his paw

Three cheers for old Ireland and Master McGrath

We've seen many greyhounds that's filled us with pride

In days that are gone, and it can't be denied

That the greatest and gamest the world ever saw

Was a champion of champions, Balmaster McGrath

Was a champion of champions, Balmaster McGrath