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THE old shepherd's dog like is master was gray, His teeth all departed and feeble hit tongue, Yet where'er Corin went he was follow'd by fray, Thus happy through life did they hobble along.

When fatigu'd on the grass the shepherd would lie, For a nap in the sun midst his slumbers so sweet, His faithful companion crawl'd constantly nigh, Plac'd his head on his lap or lay down at his feet.

When winter was heard on the hill and the plain, And torrents descended and cold w s the wind; If Corin went forth mid the tempest and rain, Tray scorn'd to be left in the chimney behind.

At length in the straw Tray made his last bed, For vain against death is the stoutest endeavour,