Difference between revisions of "Category:Dogs"
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Sporting with my old dog Tray. | Sporting with my old dog Tray. | ||
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Grief cannot drive him away, | Grief cannot drive him away, | ||
He's gentle, he is kind; | He's gentle, he is kind; | ||
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A better friend than old dog Tray. | A better friend than old dog Tray. | ||
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Have vanished one by one, | Have vanished one by one, | ||
The lov'd ones, the dear ones have all passed away, | The lov'd ones, the dear ones have all passed away, | ||
Their happy smiles have flown, | Their happy smiles have flown, | ||
Their gentle voices gone; | Their gentle voices gone; | ||
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His eyes are on me cast; | His eyes are on me cast; | ||
I know that he feels what my breaking would say; | I know that he feels what my breaking would say; | ||
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| + | Stephen Foster (1826–1864), ''Fosters American Melodies No. 21'' "Old Dog Tray" (1853) Sung by Christy Minstrels. | ||
[[category:Hall of North American Mammals]] | [[category:Hall of North American Mammals]] | ||
Latest revision as of 15:45, 19 December 2009
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.
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 but old dog Tray.
When thoughts recall the past
His eyes are on me cast;
I know that he feels what my breaking would say;
Although he cannot speak
I'll vainly, vainly seek
A better friend than old dog Tray.
Stephen Foster (1826–1864), Fosters American Melodies No. 21 "Old Dog Tray" (1853) Sung by Christy Minstrels.
Subcategories
This category has the following 2 subcategories, out of 2 total.
Pages in category "Dogs"
The following 3 pages are in this category, out of 3 total.
