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Fosters American Melodies No. 21 | Fosters American Melodies No. 21 | ||
| − | "Old Dog Tray" (1853) | + | "Old Dog Tray" (1853) Sung by Christy Minstrels |
| − | Sung by Christy Minstrels | + | Written & Composed (Poetry & Music) by Stephen Collins Foster, 1826-1864 |
| − | Written & Composed | ||
| − | (Poetry & Music) by | ||
| − | Stephen Collins Foster, 1826-1864 | ||
| − | + | <blockquote>The morn of life is past, | |
| − | The morn of life is past, | ||
And evening comes at last; | And evening comes at last; | ||
It brings me a dream of a once happy day, | It brings me a dream of a once happy day, | ||
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Sporting with my old dog Tray. | Sporting with my old dog Tray. | ||
| − | CHORUS | + | <br>CHORUS |
Old dog Tray's ever faithful, | Old dog Tray's ever faithful, | ||
Grief cannot drive him away, | Grief cannot drive him away, | ||
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A better friend than old dog Tray. | A better friend than old dog Tray. | ||
| − | + | <br>The forms I call'd my own | |
| − | The forms I call'd my own | ||
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; | ||
| − | I've nothing left but old but old dog Tray. | + | I've nothing left but old but old dog Tray.</blockquote> |
(CHORUS) | (CHORUS) | ||
Revision as of 14:59, 19 December 2009
Fosters American Melodies No. 21 "Old Dog Tray" (1853) Sung by Christy Minstrels Written & Composed (Poetry & Music) by Stephen Collins Foster, 1826-1864
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 but old dog Tray.
(CHORUS)
3. 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.
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