Master M'Grath, old Ireland's pride,
The fleetest Saxon dogs defied,
Alike to run with him or kill:
His legs, once limber, now are still.
This peerless paragon of hounds,
Did win his good lord—Lurgan—pounds
By thousands; dog as good as horse—
The canine Courser is a corpse.
He was presented to the Queen,
As many a puppy may have been,