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Old Dog Tray

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THE morn of life is past,
And ev'ning 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.

The forms I called my own
Have vanish'd one by one,

The lov'd ones, the dear ones have all pass'd away;
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Nancy 31 May 2018

I looked up this poem by my old dog Tray, since it is a line from my favorite movie, The Philadelphia Story.

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PATRICIA HAGERMAN 26 May 2018

I AM 91 AND HAD ENGISH PARENTS. AS A CHILD MY MOTHER WOULD RECITE THIS BY HEART.I AM GLAD THAT I CAN RECIEVE WORDS SO TO COPY AS I ONLY REMEMBERD A FEW WORDS. THANK YOU.

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