Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Master McGrath, artist - The Dubliners. Date of issue: 14.09.2003
Song language: English
Master McGrath |
| Eighteen sixty nine being the date anf the year |
| Those Waterloo sportsmen and more did appear |
| For to gain the great prizes and bear them awa' |
| Never counting on Ireland and Master Mcgrath |
| On the twelfth of November, 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 England’s fair shore |
| Oh well when they arrived there in big London Town |
| Those great English sportsmen all gathered around |
| And one of those gentlemen standing nearby |
| Said, 'Is that the great dog you call Master Mcgrath? |
| ' |
| Oh well one of the gentlemen standing around |
| Says, 'i don’t care a damn for your Irish greyhound! |
| ' |
| And another he sneered with a scornful 'Ha! |
| Ha! |
| We’ll soon humble the pride of your Master Mcgrath. |
| ' |
| Then Lord Lurgan came forward and said, 'Gentlemen |
| If there’s any amongst you has money to spend |
| For your grand English nobles I don’t care a straw |
| Here’s five thousand to one upon Master Mcgrath. |
| ' |
| Oh, Mcgrath he looked up and he wagged his old tail |
| Informing his lordship, 'Sure I know what you mean |
| Don’t fear, noble Brownlow, don’t fear them agra |
| We’ll soon tarnish their laurels', says Master Mcgrath |
| Oh well Rose stood uncovered, the great English pride |
| Her master and keeper were close by her side; |
| They let them away and the crowd cried, 'Hurrah! |
| ' |
| For the pride of all England and Master Mcgrath |
| Oh well 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 |
| And not come to gain laurels on Albion’s plain. |
| ' |
| 'Well, I know', says the Master, 'we have wild heather |
| Bogs |
| But, bedad, in old Ireland there’s good men and dogs |
| Lead on, bold Britannia, give none of your jaw |
| Stuff that up your nostrils', says Master Mcgrath |
| Well the hare she led on just as swift as the wind |
| He was sometimes before her and sometimes behind |
| He jumped on her back and held up his ould paw — |
| 'Long live the Republic', says Master Mcgrath |