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Christy's plantation melodies. 7
I planted there upon her grave
The weeping-willow tree, I bathed its roots with many a tear,
That it might shelter me.
Chorus. For good old Jeff, &c. |
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Old Dog Tray.
Music, with Piano Forte accompaniment, published by Firth,
Pond, & Co., New York.
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's kind—I'll never, never find A better friend than old dog Tray.
The forms I called my own
Have vanished one by one— The loved 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, &c.
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.
Chorus. Old dog Tray's ever faithful, &c. |
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