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I am Miss Pancake Taylor. I have come from very far away to take care of my family Craig and Zita and Niamh and Emmet. Sometimes I have helpers; my friends the Blackthorn-Badgers. They are very old Scotsmen. I am very glad to meet you.

Sunday, 21 April 2013

Old Dog Tray

    THE morn of life is past,
    And ev'ning 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 called my own
    Have vanish'd one by one,
       The lov'd ones, the dear ones have all pass'd away;
    Their happy smiles have flown,
    Their gentle voices gone,
       I've nothing left but old dog Tray.


        Chorus.

    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.

        Stephen Foster

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