"Old Dog Tray"

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
Upon the village green
 Sporting with my old dog Tray
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 Old dog Tray's ever faithful
 Grief cannot drive him away
 He's gentle he is kind
 I'll never never find
 A better friend than old dog Tray.
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When thoughts recall the past
His eyes are on me cast
 I know that he feels what my breaking
   heart would say
Although he cannot speak
I'll vainly vainly seek
 A better friend than old dog Tray
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The forms I called my own
Have vanished one by one
 The loved ones the dear ones have all
   passed away
Their happy smiles are gone
Their gentle voices flown
 I've nothing left but old dog
   Tray
  Chorus