Master McGrath chords and lyrics - THE DUBLINERS

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[Intro 1]
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[D][Em]

[Verse 1]
[Em]Eighteen sixty nine
being [D]the date [Em]anf the year,
Those Waterloo sportsmen
and [D]more did appear,
[Em]For to gain the great prizes
and bear them awa',
Never counting on [D]Ireland and
[Em]Master McGrath.

[Verse 2]
[Em]On the twelfth of November,
that [D]day of [Em]renown,
McGrath and his keeper
they [D]left Lurgan [Em]town,
A gale in the Channel,
it soon drove them o'er,
On the thirteenth they [D]landed
on England's [Em]fair shore.

[Verse 3]
Oh well [Em]when they arrived there
in big London [D]Town,[Em]
Those great English sportsmen
all [D]gathered [Em]around,
And one of those gentlemen
standing nearby
said, 'Is that the great [D]dog you call
[Em]Master McGrath?'

[Verse 4]
Oh well [Em]one of the gentlemen
stand[D]ing [Em]around,
Says, 'I don't care a damn for your
[D]Ir [Em]ish greyhound!'
And another he sneered
with a scornful 'Ha! Ha!
We'll soon humble [D]the pride of
your Master McGrath.'
[Em]Then

[Verse 5]
Lord Lurgan came forward and said,
'Gentle[D]men,
[Em]If there's any amongst
you has [D]money to [Em]spend.
For your grand English nobles I don't care a straw,
Here's five thousand [D]to one
upon [Em]Master McGrath.'

[Verse 6]
[Em]Oh, McGrath he looked up and he
[D]wagged his [Em]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 [D]their laurels', says
[Em]Master McGrath.

[Verse 7]
Oh well [Em]Rose stood uncovered,
the [D]great [Em]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 [D]England
[Em]and Master McGrath.

[Verse 8]
Oh well [Em]Rose and the Master
they both ran along.
'I wonder', says Rose,
'what [D]took you from [Em]your home.
You should have stayed there
in your Irish domain,
And not come to gain [D]laurels
[Em]on Albion's plain.'

[Verse 9]
'Well, I know', says the Master,
'we [D]have wild heather
bog[Em]s
but, bedad, in old Ireland there's
good men and dogs.
Lead on, bold Britannia,
give none of your jaw,
Stuff that [D]up your nostrils', says
[Em]Master McGrath.

[Verse 10]
Well the hare [Em]she led on just
[D]as swift as [Em]the wind
He was sometimes before her
and sometimes behind,
He jumped on her back and
held up his ould paw -
'Long live [D]the Republic', says
[Em]Master McGrath.