Master McGrath (Live at Carnegie Hall, New, York, NY - March 1967)

Eighteen sixty-nine being the date of the year
All the Waterloo sportsmen they all did appear
To win the great prize and to bear it awa'
Never counting old Ireland and Master McGrath

And when they arrived there in big London town
All the great English sportsmen they all gathered 'round
One of the gentlemen gave a "ha-ha!"
"Is that the great dog you call Master McGrath?"

Lord Lurgan stepped forward and he said "Gentlemen
If there's any among you have money to spend
For your great English greyhound, I don't care a straw
Five thousand to one upon Master McGrath!"

White Rose stood uncovered, the great English pride
Her trainer and owner were both by her side
They led her away, and the crowd made hurrah
For the pride of all England and Master McGrath

As Rose and the Master they both ran along
"I wonder," says Rose, "what took you from your home?
You should have stayed there in your Irish domain
Not come to gain laurels on Albion's plain"

"I know," says McGrath, "we have wild heather bogs
But you'll find in all Ireland we have good men and dogs
Lead on Bold Britannia, give none of you jobs
Stuff back up your nostrils," says Master McGrath

The hair she led on was a beautiful view
As swift as 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," says Master McGrath

I've known many greyhounds that filled me with pride
In the days that are gone, and it can't be denied
But the greatest and the bravest that the world ever saw
Was our champion of champions, brave Master McGrath!

That's it now, that's it