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The morn of life is past,
And evening comes 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.
Chorus:
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.
The forms I call'd my own
Have vanished one by one, The lov'd ones, the dear ones have all passed away. Their happy smiles have flown, Their gentle voices gone; I've nothing left but old dog Tray.
Chorus:
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. |