The Faithful Hound

I sat with my dog alone in the gutter,

With nothing to eat, not bread & butter,

My only friend was my faithful hound,

He sat with me, with me on the ground.

We begged by day, but got not a penny,

Of food we had hardly any,

But he lay by side, he did not care,

For he always got his share.

Without him, life is grey,

For he died yesterday,

With tears in my eyes,

I said my good-byes.

As I buried him in the park.