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TO MY OL' DAWG DRIVE, by                    
First Line: When ye wag y'r tail an' yelp, a snoozin'
Last Line: I du, ol' dawg.
Subject(s): Animals; Dogs


When ye wag y'r tail an' yelp, a-snoozin'
Clus t' the fire this froze-up weather,
'Sy'r dreams to comin' times a-cruisin'
Er back to them 't we've had together?
Which is 't, ol' dawg?

Good times we've had, an' many on 'em,
No man an' dawg 't I know's had more;
We've got's much fur as any on 'em,
'N' of ri' daown fun as big a store—
Han't we, ol' dawg?

Sen' fust I took to guns an' huntin',
A many dawgs I've raised an' had;
But I can say withaout no stuntin',
Though more was good 'n the' was bad,
You're best, ol' dawg.

If we could live to be a hunderd,
In everlastin' Injin summer;
'N' I never missed 'n' you never blundered,
We'd stan' aside for some new-comer,
Most willin', dawg.

But twelve year ol', an' deaf's a post,
Blind of an eye, an' rheumatizy;
You'll go in tew three year at most,
Leave me 'n' the gun, wi' naught to busy,
Withaout no dawg.

I will say this, if nothin' stronger,
Though findin' fault wi' Natur' 's wrong,
I wish 't dawgs' lives's a leetle longer,
Erless men's lives wa'n't quite so long;
I du, ol' dawg.





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