Hello, gents, and many thanks for your help.

Yes, it was me who asked a while ago... with no results. I thought I'd try again, with "URGENT" appended to it, as I have about two weeks left to find the composer and make contact. Thanks for combining the threads. (I felt a bit guilty, opening it again.)

The lyrics, as I've transcribed them from the (fairly crappy) cassette tape are as follows:


Come all you good people and strangers around
I'll sing you a song of a famous greyhound
She could eat like a horse, she could roar like a bear
And we thought we were made when we brought her to Clare
With me fal-de-da-do
La fal-de-da la-dee-da la-dee-da-do
Fa la-de-da la-ta-dee-do

As a puppy, she came from the town of McCroom
She was reared by Tim Early (sp?), a man of renown
With her barrister breeding and bloodlines so rare,
We ne'er saw her likes in the whole county Clare
With me fal-de-da-do
La fal-de-da la-dee-da la-dee-da-do
Fa la-de-da la-ta-dee-do

And in no time at all, she was a great hound
She stood two foot six, and she weighed forty pound
From her father she took all the brains and the wits
And she took from her mother the film-star looks
With me fal-de-da-do
La fal-de-da la-dee-da la-dee-da-do
Fa la-de-da la-ta-dee-do

And she going over the fields, you couldn't beat her for power
For she swept toward the ground like a bad thunder shower
With her head and her tail curled up in a bow
If you blinked, or you winked, you'd not see her at all
With me fal-de-da-do
La fal-de-da la-dee-da la-dee-da-do
Fa la-de-da la-ta-dee-do

And if she took the notion, she was a devil to fight
Not a cat in the parish but she'd put to flight
On a head or a [?] she would pounce without fail
You had to wear shin guards when she wagged her tail!
With me fal-de-da-do
La fal-de-da la-dee-da la-dee-da-do
Fa la-de-da la-ta-dee-do

Now, if you met her trainer, he'd tell you she talked
On long conversations when he took her for walks
To shorten the journey around the wood-road
Himself and his hound could be heard in dispute
With me fal-de-da-do
La fal-de-da la-dee-da la-dee-da-do
Fa la-de-da la-ta-dee-do

[... GAP IN TAPE ...]

Well, then 'twas too late, for our money was on
We'd fifty-to-one at the sound of the gong
The trapsters (?) flew up, and the greyhounds sprang o'er
She crept behind and she brought up the rear.
With me fal-de-da-do
La fal-de-da la-dee-da la-dee-da-do
Fa la-de-da la-ta-dee-do

Well, we all had post-mortems on what could have been
And the creature looked lonely as she came over the line
But a lesson she taught us, of a valuable kind:
Don't ever give up, even though you're behind
With me fal-de-da-do
La fal-de-da la-dee-da la-dee-da-do
Fa la-de-da la-ta-dee-do

That's more or less it, though there are places where I've made my best guess as to what the woman was singing, and to the spelling. I'm afraid I don't have the full story/lyric because the tape apparently ran out mid-song, and resumes (??? how many verses are missing?) on the other side!

If anyone can help me find the composer for this, I'd be eternally grateful!

Cheers,
Chris