Here's the song about Lost Light. It was written by a young army private in Athlone at the time (1944) and was, apparently, very popular.

Lost Light
Winner of the Irish Coursing Club 1944 at Clounanna
Air : Master McGrath

Nineteen forty four it has dawned the new year
For the Clounanna Cup dogs had come, far and near
But a young brindled greyhound was standing alone
And they called him Lost Light from the town of Athlone

He was entered, you know, by J. Clyne of East Hill
And he opened at 50 to 1 on the bill
He was trained as a pup and well we all know
That a dog trained by Clyne will put up a good show

When he reached the final, excitement was tense
The bookies were taking in shillings and pence
So Lost Light drew his breath, he was feeling for home
And he thought of the name he would make for Athlone

So at last came the hour for the final contest
Lost Light tossed his tail and he stuck out his chest
He followed that hare, he was out on his own
It's that cup and four hundred I'll bring to Athlone

He gathered all speed and he passed Billy Conn
And by Lucky House in a flash he was gone
He winked at the Doctor, there standing alone
Then moved along swiftly and next he was home

The news reached Athlone that Lost Light won the day
The tar barrel blazed and the people went gay
The reception committee got ready at home
And the band they turned out for Lost Light in Athlone

So down to the station the townspeople thronged
And Lost Light and the doctor arrived at half-one
The cup was held high and to all it was shown
That Lost Light was the Master McGrath of Athlone

D.E.Williams they filled the cup to the brim
And speeches were made by the town's leading men
O'Brien made a speech on behalf of Athlone
And they welcomed the sportsman once more to their home

Guard Tobin he spoke of the dog and his course
McFadden was there representing our Force
All Emergency Services gathered that night
As a tribute to Martin and gallant Lost Light

So here's health to his owner, his trainer and all
May their winnings be big and their losses be small
And the number of trophies be it ever known
That Lost Light will bring to the town of Athlone



Regards