| When I was a lad and old Shep was a pup
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| O’er hills and meadows we’d strayed
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| Just a boy and his dog 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 swimming hole
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| When I would have drowned beyond doubt
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| Shep was right there to the rescue he came
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| He jumped in and helped pull me out
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| So the years sped along and at last he grew old
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| His eye sight was fast growing dim
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| Then one day the doctor looked at me and said
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| I can’t do no more for him Jim
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| With a hand that was trembling I picked up my gun
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| I aimed it at Shep’s faithful head
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| I just couldn’t do it I wanted to run
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| And I wished they’d shoot me instead
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| I went to his side and I sat on the ground
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| He laid his head on my knees
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| I stroke the best pal that a man ever found
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| I cried so I scaresly could see
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| Old Shepy he knew he was going to go
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| for he reached out and nipped at my hand
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| He looked up at me just as much as to say
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| We’re parting but you’ll understand
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| Now old Shep is gone 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 there’s one thing I know
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| Old Shep has a wonderful home |