Master McGrath


Eighteen sixty nine being the date of the year
Those Waterloo sportsmen and more did appear
To gain the great prizes and bear them away
Never counting on Ireland and Master McGrath

On the twelfth of December, that day of renown
McGrath and his keeper, they left Lurgan town
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 big London town
Those great English sportsmen all gathered round
And some of the gentlemen gave a Ha! Ha!
Saying “Is that the great dog you call Master McGrath ?”

And one of those gentlemen standing around
Says “I don’t care a damn for your Irish greyhound”
Another, he laughs with a scornful Ha! Ha!
We’ll humble the pride of your Master McGrath

Lord Lurgan came forward and said “Gentlemen
If there’s any among you has rnoney to spend
For your nobles of England, I don’t care a straw
Here’s five thousand pounds upon Master McGrath”

The Rose stood uncovered, the great English pride
Her master and keeper were close by her side
They let her away and the crowd cried Hurrah!
For the pride of all England and Master McGrath

The hare, she went on just as swift as the wind
He was sometimes before her and sometimes behind
Rose gave the first turn according to law
But the second was given by Master McGrath

The hare she led on with a wonderful view
Swift as the wind o’er the green field she flew
He jumped on her back and held her in his paw
Three cheers for old Ireland and Master McGrath

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Master McGrath was a famous greyhound who won the Waterloo Cup for a record three times.   He was born in Dungarvan, County Waterford in 1867, where Lord Lurgan from Armagh had sent down one of his dogs for breeding.