The lyrics for the youtube version: My usual occupation is to mold and temper clay Last year I turned to betting and I found it wouldn't pay I ran me dog in Wexford Park and I ran him in Ballystraw In the latter race he lost the race when he stopped to lick his paw I ran me dog in Thurles and I ran him in Tralee He ran in Enniscorthy and again in Carberry He won a race in Thurles but he lost one in Athlone He'd have run away with the race that day but he stopped to lick a bone Bad luck to gambling I'm in an awful fix Out of four pound six and eight pence all I have is one and six We'll go down to Shea's or Kenny's and we'll drink a glass of grog And we'll go home around Dunbrody singin' Murphy's Runnin' Dog Now you'd hear him yell a mile away when he is in the slips And when the hare he sees, he shakes his knees and smacks his lips Now I think Compile's about a mile and if my dog don't lose 'Tis off we'll start to Matty Hart's and then go on the booze We will order two half barrels to be tapped upon the bridge And upon the wall we'll drink it all, from there we will not budge And we'll sing the praise of Wexford's craze with Cherries' beer and grog And we'll banish care I do declare for Murphy's Runnin' Dog Bad luck to gambling I'm in an awful fix Out of four pound six and eight pence all I have is one and six We'll go down to Shea's or Kenny's and we'll drink a glass of grog And we'll go home around Dunbrody singin' Murphy's Runnin' Dog Now I ran me dog in Liverpool and I ran him in Listowel In the Edenderry Sweepstakes he came home in a stroll But on Roscommon's cloddy sod no winning form he found For those western dogs were cut-out clogs and trod him in the ground Then I ran me dog in Dublin on the 23rd of June And as I brought him to the slips he licked the magic spoon Not even Johnson's Motor Car would outpace him that day And we drank 20 crates of Guinness Stout before we came away Bad luck to gambling I'm in an awful fix Out of four pound six and eight pence all I have is one and six We'll go down to Shea's or Kenny's and we'll drink a glass of grog And we'll go home around Dunbrody singin' Murphy's Runnin' Dog Now, I hope you're not offended by this song that I've sung here For I long to see the committee and stewards do well next year So bring your true love to Kilmarnock boys and if my greyhound wins We will dance all night till the broad daylight in Costello's of Saltmills Bad luck to gambling I'm in an awful fix Out of four pound six and eight pence all I have is one and a kick We'll go down to Shea's or Kenny's and we'll drink a glass of grog And we'll go home around Dunbrody singin' Murphy's Runnin' Dog
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