1869 being the date of the year,
All the Waterloo sportsmen
To win the great prize and
Never counting on Ireland
And when they arrived there
All the great English sportsmen
One of the gentlemen gave a ha -ha.
Is that the grey dog you call
Lord Norgan stepped forward
Where great English greyhound,
White Rose stood uncovered,
and the crowd they roared,
For the pride of all England
what took you from your home?
You should have stayed there
Not come to gain loddles on Albion's plain
we have wild heather mobs
But you'll find in all Ireland
we have good men and dogs
Stuff that up your nostrils,
The hair she laid on was a beautiful view
o 'er the green fields she flew
Three cheers for the li onesses,
I've known many greyhounds
In the days that are gone,
But the greatest and the bravest
But our champion love champions,
