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When I was a lad |
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And old shep was a pup |
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Over hills and meadows wed stray |
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Just a boy and his dog |
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We were both full of fun |
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We grew up together that way |
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I remember the time at the old swimmin hold |
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When I would have drowned beyond doubt |
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But old shep was right there |
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To the rescue he came |
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He jumped in and then pulled me out |
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As the years fast did roll |
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Old shep he grew old |
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His eyes were fast growing dim |
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And one day the doctor looked at me and said |
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I can do no more for him jim |
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With hands that were trembling |
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I picked up my gun |
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And aimed it at sheps faithful head |
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I just couldnt do it |
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I wanted to run |
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I wish they would shoot me instead |
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He came to my side |
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And looked up at me |
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And laid his old head on my knee |
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I had struck the best friend that a man ever had |
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I cried so I scarcely could see |
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Old shep he has gone |
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Where the good doggies go |
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And no more with old shep will I roam |
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But if dogs have a heaven |
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Theres one thing I know |
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Old shep has a wonderful home |
