"Old Dog Tray"

The morn of life is past
And evening come at last
 It brings me a dream of a once happy day
Of merry forms I've seen
Sporting
upon the village green
Sporting with my old dog Tray

Those gentle hearts are gone
Those happy voics flown
 The loved ones the dear ones habe
                    all pass'd away
The morn of life is past
And evening come at last
 I've nothing left but old dog Tray

The forms I call'd my own
Have vanished one by one
 away
 The loved ones the dear ones have all passd 
Their happy smiles are gone
Their gentle voics flown
 I've nothing left but old dog Tray