1869 being the date of 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 December, that day of renown,
Lord Lurgan he left with McGrath, London 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 the big London town,
Those grеat English sportsmen all gathered around,
And somе of the gentlemen gave a "Haha!"
Saying, "Is that the dog you call Master McGrath?"

Then Lord Lurgan stepped forward, he said "Gentlemen,
If there's any among you has money to spend,
For you nobles of England I don't care a straw,
Here's five thousand to one upon Master McGrath!"

Then McGrath he looked up and he wagged his old tail,
Informing his Lordship, "I know what ya mean,
Don't fear noble Brownlow, don't fear them a grá,
I'll tarnish their laurels", says Master McGrath.

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

As Rose and the Master they both ran along,
"Now I wonder," said 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 McGrath, "We have wild heather bogs,
But you'll find in old Ireland there's good men and dogs,
Lead on bold Britannia, give none of your jaw,
Shove that up your nostrils!", says Master McGrath.

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

The hare she led on with a wonderful view,
And swift as the wind o'er the green fields she flew,
But he jumped on her back, and he held up his paw,
"Three cheers for old Ireland!", says Master McGrath.