Mcgonigle's Game Dog - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
McGONIGLE'S GAME DOG. Recited by Johnny Thompson. 
Now keep as quiet as you can, And I'll tell you of a sporting man That lived in New York some time since; He'd a righting dog by the name Prince, As fine a dog that ever was made, Of him all other dogs were afraid. He'd never bark, but always bite, And you couldn't find his match to fight, McGonigle's game dog. 
He'd chase a cat from East, to West, His running capacity to test, Many's the battle he fought, says you, Ay! and many's the battle he won, too; If a thousand times that dog was bit Ho was never known to leave the pit, He'd drink his ale and latter beer, Then for the free lunch he could never steer-McGonigle's game dog. 
Now McGinty had a fine bull pup, Out in Weehawken he won a cup. One night McGinty bet a lot His pup could battle MeGonigle's dog; As McGonigle heard the challenge made, He walked right up, his money paid; Then McGinty got his pup to weight, But the devil knows he could never beat McGonigle's game dog. 
'Twas on the fourteenth day of May, McGinty was after getting two weeks' pay, All the workingmen in the gas-house quit, For to take a trip down to the Gowan pit; That everything might be fair, you see, They made foreman McGarety referee, And when the referee called time. The betting was a dollar against a dime, On McGonigle's game dog. 
MeGonigle's dog then gave a spring Over the fence into the ring; MeGinty's pup walked proudly in, But devil a chance he had to win. They met each other face to face, Then walked around the ring a pace; I thought the pup would surely choke, When the dog caught him by the throat, McGonigle's game dog was dead.