Upon his master's grave he will now rest
No longer does he sleep upon his master's chest,
Bobby closed his eyes and then he went to sleep
But, don't you weep, don't you weep;
He was a loyal and devout companion for his many years
But, sadly for him he could not shed any tears,
In death he was the companion to his master John Gray
So sad for Bobby that he could not even pray;
He stayed and patrolled at the Greyfriar's Kirkyard
To be with his master forever as companion and guard,
Now in memories alone of Bobby will we keep
Now he will sleep forever; don't you weep, don't you weep.
Randy L. McClave
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