Old Shep Rolf Harris

When I was a boy, and Old Shep was a pup
Over hills and meadows we'd play
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 swimming hole
When I would've drowned, beyond doubt
But shep was right there – to the rescue he came
Jumped in and helped pull me out

Years rolled on by – and Old Shep, he grew old
His eyesight was fast growing dim
And onе day, the doctor looked at me and said
"Can't do anymorе for him, Jim..."

With hands that were trembling, I picked up my gun
And I aimed it at Shep's faithful head
But I just couldn't do it, I wanted to run
I wished they'd shoot me instead

I knelt down and held him, and he looked up at me
Then he laid his old head on my knee
And I stroked the best friend that a man ever had
And cried so I scarcely could see

Old Shep, he knew he was going to go
For he reached out and licked at my hand
And then he looked up at me, just as much as to say
"We're parting, but you understand"