American Old Time Song Lyrics: 04 My Poor Dog Tray

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On the green banks of Shannon, when Shelah was nigh.
No blythe Irish lad was so happy as I,
No harp like my own could so cheerily play,
And wherever I went, was my poor old dog Tray.

When at last I was forced from my Shelah to part,
She said-while the sorrow was big in her heart­"Oh, remember your Shelah, when far, far away,
And be kind, my dear Pat, to my poor dog Tray."

Poor dog, he was faithful and kind, to be sure;
And he constantly loved me, although I was poor,
When the sour-looking folks sent me heartless away,
I had always a friend in my poor dog Tray.

When the road was so dark, and the night was so cold,
And Pat and his dog were gr >wn weary and old,
How snugly we slept in my old cot of gray,
And he lick'd me for kindness-my poor dog Tray.

Though my wallet was scant, I remember'd his case
Nor refused my last crust to his pitiful face;
But he died at my feet on a cold Winters day,
And I play'd a lament for my poor dog Tray.

Where now shall I go-poor, forsaken, and blind?
Can I find one to guide me so faithful and kind?
To my sweet native village so far, far away,
I can ne'er more return with my poor dog Tray.
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