A dog’s tale


A small dog shows his loyalty
he sleeps beside his master grave.
By his own choice he is quite free
to seek the home he does not have.

He leaves his post by morning light
and sallies forth in search of food.
Where he is greeted with delight
by children from the neighbourhood.

Polite and friendly he’ll accept
what ever scraps may come his way.
The people know by night he slept
beside his masters grave, he lay.

This duty although self imposed
he carried out until he died
Though no one at that time supposed
his fame would spread, become world wide.

Granted freedom of the city
by order of the Lord Provost.
A reward for his constancy
an honour very few can boast.

Epitome of loyalty
this small dog earned his world wide fame.
By keeping vigil faithfully.
Grey Friars Bobby was his name.

His statue stands for all to see.
Today keeps vigil in his stead
but Bobby has gone hopefully
to lie beside his master’s bed.

The tourists come from far and wide
to view his statue and to see
the place where Bobby lived and died
in Greyfriars cemetery.

27-Jan-08

ivor or ivor.e hogg

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