{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":67265,"song":"Master Mc Grath","artist":"The Dubliners","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11543961-master-mc-grath-chords-by-the-dubliners/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/67265?type=chord","rating":4.62416,"votes":5,"content":"MASTER McGRATH\r\nTraditional, arranged by The Dubliners\r\n\r\n\r\n[tab]     [ch]Em[/ch]                        [ch]D[/ch]            [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nEighteen sixty nine being the date anf the year,[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]G[/ch]         [ch]Em[/ch]           [ch]D[/ch]          [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nThose Waterloo sportsmen and more did appear,[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]G[/ch]               [ch]Em[/ch]        [ch]D[/ch]          [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nFor to gain the great prizes and bear them awa',[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]Em[/ch]                      [ch]D[/ch]         [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nNever counting on Ireland and Master McGrath.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab][ch]Em[/ch]                               [ch]D[/ch]        [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nOn the twelfth of November, that day of renown,[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]G[/ch]             [ch]Em[/ch]          [ch]D[/ch]           [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nMcGrath and his keeper they left Lurgan town,[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]G[/ch]           [ch]Em[/ch]          [ch]D[/ch]               [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nA gale in the Channel, it soon drove them o'er,[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]Em[/ch]                        [ch]D[/ch]              [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nOn the thirteenth they landed on England's fair shore.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]   [ch]Em[/ch]                              [ch]D[/ch]          [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nOh well when they arrived there in big London Town,[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]G[/ch]             [ch]Em[/ch]            [ch]D[/ch]         [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nThose great English sportsmen all gathered around,[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G[/ch]            [ch]Em[/ch]        [ch]D[/ch]        [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nAnd one of those gentlemen standing nearby[/tab]\r\n[tab]          [ch]Em[/ch]                          [ch]D[/ch]        [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nsaid, 'Is that the great dog you call Master McGrath?'[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]   [ch]Em[/ch]                        [ch]D[/ch]         [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nOh well one of the gentlemen standing around,[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]G[/ch]            [ch]Em[/ch]            [ch]D[/ch]         [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nSays, 'I don't care a damn for your Irish greyhound!'[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]G[/ch]         [ch]Em[/ch]             [ch]D[/ch]            [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nAnd another he sneered with a scornful 'Ha! Ha![/tab]\r\n[tab]           [ch]Em[/ch]                       [ch]D[/ch]        [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nWe'll soon humble the pride of your Master McGrath.'[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]     [ch]Em[/ch]                           [ch]D[/ch]            [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nThen Lord Lurgan came forward and said, 'Gentlemen,[/tab]\r\n[tab]           [ch]G[/ch]    [ch]Em[/ch]             [ch]D[/ch]        [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nIf there's any amongst you has money to spend.[/tab]\r\n[tab]         [ch]G[/ch]             [ch]Em[/ch]       [ch]D[/ch]            [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nFor your grand English nobles I don't care a straw,[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]Em[/ch]                        [ch]D[/ch]        [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nHere's five thousand to one upon Master McGrath.'[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]    [ch]Em[/ch]                          [ch]D[/ch]              [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nOh, McGrath he looked up and he wagged his old tail.[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]G[/ch]           [ch]Em[/ch]                [ch]D[/ch]             [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nInforming his lordship, 'Sure I know what you mane,[/tab]\r\n[tab]      [ch]G[/ch]           [ch]Em[/ch]              [ch]D[/ch]         [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nDon't fear, noble Brownlow, don't fear them agra,[/tab]\r\n[tab]           [ch]Em[/ch]                           [ch]D[/ch]        [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nWe'll soon tarnish their laurels', says Master McGrath.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]        [ch]Em[/ch]                        [ch]D[/ch]             [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nOh well Rose stood uncovered, the great English pride,[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G[/ch]          [ch]Em[/ch]          [ch]D[/ch]            [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nHer master and keeper were close by her side;[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]G[/ch]        [ch]Em[/ch]           [ch]D[/ch]               [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nThey let them away and the crowd cried, 'Hurrah!'[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]Em[/ch]                       [ch]D[/ch]        [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nFor the pride of all England and Master McGrath.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]   [ch]Em[/ch]                            [ch]D[/ch]         [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nOh well Rose and the Master they both ran along.[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]G[/ch]             [ch]Em[/ch]               [ch]D[/ch]             [ch]Em[/ch]\r\n'I wonder', says Rose, 'what took you from your home.[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G[/ch]                  [ch]Em[/ch]            [ch]D[/ch]       [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nYou should have stayed there in your Irish domain,[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]Em[/ch]                      [ch]D[/ch]        [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nAnd not come to gain laurels on Albion's plain.'[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]         [ch]Em[/ch]                               [ch]D[/ch]            [ch]Em[/ch]\r\n'Well, I know', says the Master, 'we have wild heather bogs[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]G[/ch]           [ch]Em[/ch]              [ch]D[/ch]            [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nbut, bedad, in old Ireland there's good men and dogs.[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]G[/ch]        [ch]Em[/ch]              [ch]D[/ch]            [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nLead on, bold Britannia, give none of your jaw,[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Em[/ch]                                 [ch]D[/ch]        [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nStuff that up your nostrils', says Master McGrath.[/tab]\r\n\r\n[tab]         [ch]Em[/ch]                      [ch]D[/ch]            [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nWell the hare she led on just as swift as the wind[/tab]\r\n[tab]       [ch]G[/ch]           [ch]Em[/ch]           [ch]D[/ch]           [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nHe was sometimes before her and sometimes behind,[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]G[/ch]             [ch]Em[/ch]            [ch]D[/ch]           [ch]Em[/ch]\r\nHe jumped on her back and held up his ould paw -[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]Em[/ch]                             [ch]D[/ch]        [ch]Em[/ch]\r\n'Long live the Republic', says Master McGrath.[/tab]","plain_text":"MASTER McGRATH\nTraditional, arranged by The Dubliners","chords":["Em","D","G","A"],"chord_diagrams":{"D":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,0,1,3,2],"frets":[-1,-1,0,2,3,2]},"Em":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,0,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,0,0,0]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}