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 every 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
 Old dog Tray's every faithful
 Grief cannot drive him away
 He's gentle, he is kind
 I'll never, never find
 A better friend than old dog Tray
 When thoughts recall the past
 His eyes are on my 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
 Old dog Tray's every faithful
 Grief cannot drive him away
 He's gentle, he is kind
 I'll never, never find
 A better friend than old dog Tray