And if my dog is sleeping in the hall,
I have no fear that danger will befall,
For thieves would find that passage doubly barred,
A truer soldier never mounted guard,
And lasting is a dog's fidelity
To those he loves, as man's can ever be.
I have no fear that danger will befall,
For thieves would find that passage doubly barred,
A truer soldier never mounted guard,
And lasting is a dog's fidelity
To those he loves, as man's can ever be.
What love is beaming in those two brown eyes,
When chidden, too, what sorrow in them lies,
And how they follow me from place to place,
As though they tried to read their master's face;
And how he springs and barks when I am glad,
How soon his tail will droop if I am sad!
When chidden, too, what sorrow in them lies,
And how they follow me from place to place,
As though they tried to read their master's face;
And how he springs and barks when I am glad,
How soon his tail will droop if I am sad!
And when I die, if friends forget to pine,
There'll be one faithful dog to howl and whine,
To bark impatient at my bedroom door,
To search the woodland and the meadow o'er,
And watch and whine for master who is late,
And die at last still waiting at the gate.
There'll be one faithful dog to howl and whine,
To bark impatient at my bedroom door,
To search the woodland and the meadow o'er,
And watch and whine for master who is late,
And die at last still waiting at the gate.
