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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.
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.
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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:
Old dog Tray's ever faithful……
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