Master McGarth

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