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