When I was a lad,
old Shep was a pup,
over hills and valleys we'd roam.
Just a boy and his dog,
we were both full of fun,
we grew up together that way.
I remember the time at the
old swimmin' hole,
When I would have drowned
beyond doubt.
Shep was right there,
to the rescue he came,
He jumped in and helped pull me out.
So the years rolled along,
and at last he grew old
His eyesight was fast growing dim
Then one day the doctor looked at me
and said,
I can do no more for him, Jim
With a hand that was trembling,
I picked up my gun,
I aimed it at Shep's faithful head.
I just couldn't do it, I wanted to run,
I wished that they'd shoot me instead.
I went to his side and sat on the ground,
He laid his head on my knee.
I stroked the best pals
that a man ever found,
I cried so I scarcely could see.
Old Sheppey, he knew he was going to go,
But he reached out and licked at my hand.
He looked up at me,
just as much as to say,
We're parting, but you understand.
Now old Sheppey's gone,
where the good doggies go,
No more with old Shep will I roam.
But if dogs have a heaven,
there's one thing I know,
Old Shep has a wonderful home.
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