"ning" poems
Hahay...
anaa lagi koy dakong balay
apan wala gayud tawoy
bisan jutay'ng kalipay,
walay oras nga dili
maglantugi
hiniktan ang kalinaw
ug dili gayud makaipsot
sa adto nga pisi
dako lagi ug balay
apan wala gayud gugma
dako nga balay
apan ang kagubot
dili gayud
mahilona,
daghan lagi nga k'warta
nga natagamtaman
ning mga kamot
apan pubri ra gihapon
magasige lang sa mug-ot
daghan lagi ug suga
nga makit-an
apan kung tarungon
ug lantaw
ngit-ngit pa sa alkitran
maypag wala nalay
dakong balay
kung ing-ani man galing
maypag wala nalang
kung mao ra kini ang
makasamad sa akong
kasing-kasing.
Nov 22, 2011
Nov 22, 2011 at 7:51 AM UTC
Wala ko gihandom nga ikaw makit-an
ning mga mata
Ug wala usab ko gihandom nga ikaw
higugmaon ko pa,
Kay ikaw wala ko nahigustuan
niadtong mga panahona
Ug sa dihang naibog man nuon ko nimo
karon sa pagsobra-sobra.
Bidli man paminawon, apan kini
mao mo'y tinuod
Tinuod pa sa unsang kamatuoran, wala man
unta ni sa sugod:
Ug sa dihang karon pa na ko
nahibaw-an nga ikaw diay
Ang bugtong kalibutan ning mga tiil
ko nga gibaklay.
Apan ikaw usab langit ug ako
usa lamang ka yuta;
Apan ikaw lisod tawon abton
niining mga kamota
Ug sa dihang asa man ko
karon nga mulugar,
Kay gikinahanglan pa ang tanan
ko nga isugal?
Ug sa dihang gugma nga dili unta
sama sa giatay;
Kung ikaw maako ug ako maimo,
dili ka gayud magmahay:
Pagahigugmaon taka hangtod
sa walay kahangturan
Kay ikaw pud usa ka dyamante
nga tunhay nga handumanan.
Ikaw ra ang naa niining akong
utok ug dughan,
Ug bisan pa'g uklabon mo wala
nay lain, wala nay uban
Kay ikaw usa ka babaye nga lisod
gayud pangitaon ug ilisdan;
Ug sa dihang magapaabot na lamang
pud ko nga ako usab imong makit-an.
Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 10:08 PM UTC
Ang pag silay ng araw
Ay siya ring paglisan
Ng mga bituin at ng buwan.
Hindi alintana ang sakit
Maramdaman mo lamang ang sikat ng araw
Kahit gabi-gabi
Akong tinutulugan
Ni hindi nga ako kayang pagmasdan
Mula sa kalangitan
Sa bawat pagning ning ko
Ikaw ang dahilan nito.
Ngunit sa umaga ka lamang mulat
Gumigising ng maagap
Handang magparaya
Makita mo lamang ang mundo
t'wing umaga
Ang buwan na nagbibigay liwanag
sa kalawakan
Ay piniling lumisan
Ako ang bituin at ang buwan
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 10:45 PM UTC
Sa imo ra nipitik ning akong dughan
Buntag, udto, ug gabieng tanan
Na bisan ug namalandong ko sa makadaghan
Dinasaysay gihapon niini ang imong ngalan.
Sa imo ra nitotok ang akong mga mata
Sa matag pilok niini, imong nawong ang makita.
Ug bisan paman ug motan-aw ko sa ubang dalaga
Ikaw raman jud akong makit-an na gwapa.
Sa imo ra nilupad ang akong hunahuna
Nagahandom na makauban ka sa matag takna
Nahigam ko, lisod jud ning mahigugma
Magpanikad sa adlaw na makaanha ko sa imoha
Ug sa imo ra iukit ang akong ugma
Hugot sa pagtoo na dili ko sa imo mawala
Ubanan teka sa kasakit, hilak, ug pagmaya
Hangtod kitang duha husgahan na niining kalibotana.
Sa imo ra.
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 5:23 AM UTC
Wala ko gihandom nga ikaw makit-an
ning mga mata
Ug sa dihang karon pa na ko
nahibaw-an nga ikaw diay
Ang bugtong kalibutan ning mga tiil
ko nga gabaklay sa panganod na way hulagway.
Apan ikaw lisod tawon abton
niining mga kamota
Ug sa dihang asa man ko
karon nga mulugar,
Kay gikinahanglan pa ang tanan
ko nga isugal?
Ug sa dihang gugma nga dili unta
sama sa giatay;
Kung ikaw maako ug ako maimo,
dili ka gayud magmahay:
Ikaw ang bituon sa ngitngit kong
baybayon
Ikaw ang katam-is Kalipay na way sama,
Kay ikaw pud usa ka dyamante
nga tunhay nga handumanan.
Ikaw ra ang naa niining akong
utok ug dughan,
Ug bisan pa'g uklabon mo wala
nay lain, wala nay uban
Kay ikaw usa ka babaye nga lisod
gayud pangitaon ug ilisdan;
Ikaw ba nasayod?
sa likod ning pahiyum
Ikaw lang Akong higugmaon
Unta ikaw maka dumdum
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 6:25 AM UTC
Ning 'wave' raman ko nimo, dibah maam?
Pero ngano man pud imo ko gireplayan?
Tan-awa naibog na noon ko nimo ug taman taman
Ambot kaha kung ako pa ni mapugngan.
Dili nako tumong sa sinugdanan na ikaw maibgan
Nitext ko sa imo inamego raman unta ang tanan
Kay kabalo ko wala jud kay pagbati sa ako gikan pa sinugdanan.
Pero ambot ngano sa kadugayan ikaw naman ang gipitik ning dughan
Maong ako maingon sa imoha kay salamat
Wala nimo gipasagdaan na ako mata maglurat
Imo gitagaan ug bili ang dughan ko na gikan natuali.
Imo ko gipasulod sa imong kinabuhing walay ali
Tungod ato nasood teka
Nakatext, nakachat, ug matag gabie pa maestorya
Kanindot ba sa niabot na grasya
Pwede ba akoa nalang ka?
Tinood bitaw, walay sagol yagayaga.
Murag binuang pero seryoso ning akong gipangmama
Pero ang tanang pulong na dili kaya isulti sa akong baba
Ako nalang gipaagi niining kabos ko na tula.
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 5:28 AM UTC
Whilst looking far o'r
long time spreading moor
Cloaked in daisies white
There shall likely be
Bloss'ming cherry tree
Grasping at your sight
Brushing silently by
As daisies qui'tly sigh
As wind moves in flight
Long time you sought
And hard you fought
Not reaching low boughs height
Till setting down
For sun is drowned
Settled for the night
Just before you drift away
Something beckons you to stay
A calling in the night
Yellow and white flow'r
Both of no great pow'r
Standing to no great height
Forbidden by blistering sun
They Bloom when day is done
Sending petal into flight
Finally draws your eye
From boughs never nye
Form'ly insignif'gant beauty in sight
First blooms Flow'r of moon
Eve'ning Primrose thereafter soon
The second of yellow the first of white
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
Here, where the lonely hooting owl
Sends forth his midnight moans,
Fierce wolves shall o’er my carcase growl,
Or buzzards pick my bones.
No fellow-man shall learn my fate,
Or where my ashes lie;
Unless by beasts drawn round their bait,
Or by the ravens’ cry.
Yes! I’ve resolved the deed to do,
And this the place to do it:
This heart I’ll rush a dagger through,
Though I in hell should rue it!
Hell! What is hell to one like me
Who pleasures never know;
By friends consigned to misery,
By hope deserted too?
To ease me of this power to think,
That through my ***** raves,
I’ll headlong leap from hell’s high brink,
And wallow in its waves.
Though devils yell, and burning chains
May waken long regret;
Their frightful screams, and piercing pains,
Will help me to forget.
Yes! I’m prepared, through endless night,
To take that fiery berth!
Think not with tales of hell to fright
Me, who am damn’d on earth!
Sweet steel! come forth from our your sheath,
And glist’ning, speak your powers;
Rip up the organs of my breath,
And draw my blood in showers!
I strike! It quivers in that heart
Which drives me to this end;
I draw and kiss the ****** dart,
My last—my only friend!
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[Cebuano]
Ikaw ang bahandi
dugay ko nang gihandum
Ikaw ang bituon
Sa ngit ngit kong baybayon
Ikaw lang akong
akong higugmaon
Ikaw lang ako
Ako matinud-anon
Ikaw akong hangin
Ikaw akong ulan
Ikaw akong langit
ug ang akong kalibutan
Ikaw lang akong higugmaon
Ikaw lang ako
Ako matinud-anon
Ikaw akong gahapon
Ikaw akong karon
Ikaw akong kanunay
Pulong ko tinud-anay
Kasing-kasing paminawa
dinuyugan ning gitara
wa ka nag inusara
kanimu nahigugma.
Ikaw
Ikaw ang katam-is
Kalipay na walay sama
Ikaw ba nasayod?
sa likod ning pahiyum
Ikaw lang akong
Akong higugmaon
Ikaw lang ako
Ako matinud anon
Ikaw akong gahapon
Ikaw akong karon
Ikaw akong kanunay
Pulong ko tinud anay
Kasing-kasing paminawa
dinuyugan ning gitara
wa ka nag inusara
kanimu nahigugma.
Tagohala na gibati sa akong kinabuhi
Ikaw lang ang bulawan na
gitipigan sa akong dughan
Mahanaw man ang adlaw
Magsubo man ang buwan
Dili ka gyud talikdan
Ug di gyud pasipad an.
Ikaw......
[English]
You are my treasure
I've ever wished for
You are the star
of my dark coasts
You are who I will
I will love
You are who I am
I am truthful.
You are my wind
You are my rain
You are my heaven
and my only world
You are who I will
I will love
You are who I am
I am truthful.
You are my yesterday
You are my now
You are my always
My words are ever true
Listen to the heart
Accompanied by this guitar
You are not alone
I am in love with you.
You
You are the sweetness
A one-of-a-kind euphoria
Do you even know?
Behind this smile
You are who I will
I will love
You are who I am
I am truthful.
You are my yesterday
You are my now
You are my always
My words are ever true
Listen to this heart
Accompanied by this guitar
You are not alone
I am in love with you.
The mystery I feel in my
life
You're the only gem
I hold dear in my chest
The sun may even die
Even the moon would cry
I'd never turn my back to you
And I would never hurt you.
You......
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 4:03 PM UTC
[Dedicated to George Raffalovich]
In the Years of the Primal Course, in the dawn of terrestrial
birth,
Man mastered the mammoth and horse, and Man was the
Lord of the Earth.
He made him an hollow skin from the heart of an holy tree,
He compassed the earth therein, and Man was the Lord of
the Sea.
He controlled the vigour of steam, he harnessed the light-
ning for hire;
He drove the celestial team, and man was the Lord of the
Fire.
Deep-mouthed from their thrones deep-seated, the choirs
of the æeons declare
The last of the demons defeated, for Man is the Lord of
the Air.
Arise, O Man, in thy strength! the kingdom is thine to
inherit,
Till the high gods witness at length that Man is the Lord
of his spirit.
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When the starry host shine on high
Like silver glist’ning in the sky,
How exhilaration does flow
Thro’ my veins like the chilly snow!
These soldiers that guard the darkness,
That steal from thieves their happiness,
That spy on lovers’ secrecy
And drift them more to ecstasy,
Will dim away when dawn draws nigh
Without a breath, nor moan, nor sigh.
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 3:13 AM UTC
Darkness, Shadows, Fright’ning screams
Red eyes haunt you in your dreams
With serpent coils and spider crawls
Clouded skies and banshee calls
Cold chills running down your spine
Something’s counting down your time
Monsters wait to draw your blood
Don’t listen for that sick’ning thud
With every turn you hear a howl
Eerie, freaky, creepy, growl
Apparitions all around
Voices groaning underground
Death and phantoms at your neck
Pirates on a grim ship wreck
Something’s coming down the hall
With fangs and claws and dying squall
Darkness, shadows, is this real
All this fear and dread I feel
I must wake up and see the sun
Or this nightmare won’t be done
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
On the Ning Nang Nong
Where the Cows go ****
and the monkeys all say BOO!
There's a Nong Nang Ning
Where the trees go Ping!
And the tea pots jibber jabber joo.
On the Nong Ning Nang
All the mice go Clang
And you just can't catch 'em when they do!
So its Ning Nang Nong
Cows go ****
Nong Nang Ning
Trees go ping
Nong Ning Nang
The mice go Clang
What a noisy place to belong
is the Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong!!
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In vain to me the smiling mornings shine,
And redd’ning Phoebus lifts his golden fire:
The birds in vain their amorous descant join;
Or cheerful fields resume their green attire:
These ears, alas! for other notes repine,
A different object do these eyes require:
My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine;
And in my breast the imperfect joys expire.
Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer,
And new-born pleasure brings to happier men:
The fields to all their wonted tribute bear;
To warm their little loves the birds complain:
I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear,
And weep the more, because I weep in vain.
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Upper East Side
The Hamptons
Aspen, Colorado
The plastic people
Follow each other
Moving in herds
Like cattle to the
Slaughter
Drifting
Floating
Shifting focus
From one charity event
To another
Whatever’s trendy
Whatever’s fashionable
Whatever’s happ’ning
Whatever’s the need
Tainted new artists
Society’s rejects
The film-maker who fits in with
The flavor of the month
The disease or the cause
That captures the moment
Stigmas overlooked
Deformities relieved
By one hyper exertion
By one pseudo good deed
Changing bedrooms
Changing partners
New alliances
Noblesse oblige
Mrs. Astor’s
Four hundred
Reinvented forever
Reinvented with fervor
On the edge
Of hypocrisy
Keeping up with the Jones’s
Maintaining the houses
Paris, Rome, Cote du Jura
Malibu, Palm Beach
Couture fashion
Madison, Rodeo
Worth avenues united
Avenues of the liege
Location, location, location
The right address unspoken
Dinner in the right places
Sporting events to be seen
Three martini luncheons
Halcion evenings
Business is business
Where money’s retrieved
Look to plastic people
For fashionable guidance
No matter the moment
No matter the need
Remember to catch them
While jetting to Santa Barbara
Saint Maarten, San Troupe
San Marco, warp speed
They live in their milieu
Can’t function outside it
Can’t follow a shadow
That others believe
It’s easy to find them
They leave behind footprints
But barely a mem’ry
Or singular creed
Other than finding
The latest in fashion
The latest persona
Or new plastic breed
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 8:19 AM UTC
Sailboat on a purple sea
Yellow skies are all she sees
Lonely Captain at the helm
Lord o’er all her ocean realm.
Sailboat on a purple sea
Sailing through Eternity
The yellow skies reveal her ardor
Searching for inlet or harbor.
Where she can safely drop her anchor
Without hostility or rancor
Stay forever, or a day
If on a whim she sails away.
To search again for other shores
Unmindful of the ocean’s mores.
Sometimes storms impede her course
Fill her journey with remorse
Thunder sounds a deaf’ning roar
Through driving rain, can’t see the shore
Lightning bolts around her flash
As if to call the Captain brash
For thinking that she has control
Over purple ocean’s vitriol.
If ever she regrets her plight
When yellow skies turn dark at night
And midnight storms have lead to loss
She rights the ship and bears the cross
And waits for morning dawn to break
Sun through last night’s rain will make
A rainbow reaching far away
Certainly it will show the way
To steer her sailboat that day.
Sailboat on a purple sea
Yellow skies are all she sees
Buoyant Captain at the helm
Lord o’er all her ocean realm.
PwL 04/21/15
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
Should I long that dark were fair? Say, O song.
Lacks my love aught that I should long?
Dark the night with breath all flow'rs
And tender broken voice that fills
With ravishment the list'ning hours.
Whis'prings, wooings,
Liquid ripples, and soft ring-dove cooings,
in low-toned rhythm that love's aching stills.
Dark the night, yet is she bright,
For in her dark she brings the mystic star,
Trembling yet strong as is the voice of love
From some unknown afar.
O radiant dark, O darkly foster'd ray,
Thou hast a joy too deep for shallow day.
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There was a
girl, girl
dyed her
hair, hair
got
red, red
got every-
where.
Her hair
bled, bled
down the
drain, drain
clogged
up, up
the red came
again.
She tried to
keep, keep
her passion
tame, tame
the
beast, beast,
who always
stained.
But after many
nights, nights
spent al-
one, one
drove her
out, out
of her
home.
She followed
him, him
and his white
shirt, shirt
got red
quick, quick
-ly he was
hurt.
She tried to
flee, flee
so he could
live, live
a happy
life, life
without
strife.
but,
The man
smiled, smiled
a pinkish
grin, grin
-ning because his
hair, hair
was her's
twin, twin
hair was
blue, blue
like the
sea, see
his hair runs
too,
and
two
plus one makes a purple
family.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC
Cge, salamat kaayo sa tanan ha?
Sa memories ug sa melodies,
the songs you sang and played for me ,
Sa gamay nga oras nimo nga gihatag,
Sa gugma na kanako imohang gidalit,
Pasayloa na ang imong gugma nausik lang ug nasayang,
Dre kanako na usa ka taw nga walay hinungdan, sama kanako nga daw sagbot lang sa katilingban,
Sama kanako nga sa kinabuhi walay padulngan,
Sama kanako na sa gugma nimo dili takos ug angay,
Sama nako nga sa kinabuhi ug katawhan gina tamay,
Mao ikaw langga ayaw na pag langay,
arun makita ug maka.ila na nimo ang taw na kanimo muhigugma nimo ug tinud.anay,
ang taw nga makauban nimo kanunay,
Pasagdi nalang ko dri,
Biyae nalng ko dinhi,
Dle nako magdahum na muabot ug kanimo naapay mo puli,
Busa ako, hikalimti,
Pero ilawm sa akong kasing kasing naa gihapon ka magpabilin,
Manghinaut na ikaw nalipay pod sa akong pag.abot ,
Nga unta ikaw dle mag bago ug dle makalimot,
Sa mga panumpa ta,
nga matud pa walay katapusan,
Dle na nako mahimong pugngan,
ang gibating kasikas ning akong dughan,
Ipagawas ra nako ning tanan,
Mga kasikit ug kaguol ig bundak sa uwan,
Unta puhon sugaton ug madawat nimo,
Ang kamatuoran nga wan.a juy kita,
Ayaw lang pabali ug kabalaka,
Kahibaw ko naara ang taw nga kanimo andam mohigugma.
Salamat azaraya
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 8:20 AM UTC
Ondo! Hain naman tong atong kasabutan
nga kita maghigugma-ay pooreber?
Ni bugnaw nalang ning kape
og ni gahi nalang ang pan,
sa sigeg huwat nimu nga ma-abot ka
sa akung atubangan.
Ako gikapoy na og susama sa kapeng bugnaw
nga nahanaw ang katam-is
og napuno sa kapa-it akung dughan.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 2:23 AM UTC
Daughter of Jove, relentless Power,
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and tort’ring hour
The Bad affright, afflict the Best!
Bound in thy adamantine chain
The Proud are taught to taste of pain,
And purple Tyrants vainly groan
With pangs unfelt before, unpitied and alone.
When first thy Sire to send on earth
Virtue, his darling child, designed,
To thee he gave the heav’nly Birth,
And bade to form her infant mind.
Stern rugged Nurse! thy rigid lore
With patience many a year she bore:
What sorrow was, thou bad’st her know,
And from her own she learned to melt at others’ woe.
Scared at thy frown terrific, fly
Self-pleasing Folly’s idle brood,
Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy,
And leave us leisure to be good.
Light they disperse, and with them go
The summer Friend, the flatt’ring Foe;
By vain Prosperity received,
To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
Wisdom in sable garb arrayed
Immersed in rapt’rous thought profound,
And Melancholy, silent maid
With leaden eye, that loves the ground,
Still on thy solemn steps attend:
Warm Charity, the gen’ral Friend,
With Justice, to herself severe,
And Pity dropping soft the sadly-pleasing tear.
Oh, gently on thy Suppliant’s head,
Dread Goddess, lay thy chast’ning hand!
Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad,
Not circled with the vengeful Band
(As by the Impious thou art seen),
With thund’ring voice, and threat’ning mien,
With screaming Horror’s funeral cry,
Despair, and fell Disease, and ghastly Poverty.
Thy form benign, O Goddess, wear,
Thy milder influence impart,
Thy philosophic Train be there
To soften, not to wound my heart.
The gen’rous spark extinct revive,
Teach me to love and to forgive,
Exact my own defects to scan,
What others are, to feel, and know myself a Man.
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I put a bottle by my bedside
Before I went to sleep
To replace the liquid lost
From the times I weep
I closed my eyes to rest
And it was suddenly very near.
So I thought I'd climb inside
And wait to disappear.
I settled at the bottom
And waited for some sap
To come and fill the bottle
With water from the tap.
All the time that this was happ'ning
I was sleeping very well.
Having thought my fate was sealed.
And dreaming I was in hell.
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 11:57 PM UTC
My skin is p a l e
My body c o ld
And in my chest lies a broken heart of fools gold
My re alit y I on ce knew is ha z y a nd n on exist en t
It's grown old
And I'm becoming tired of being bold
And being told right from wrong
I'm sinking softly down when I don't know how to swim
Every inch that I further lose from possibility to stay afloat is lessening my want or need for a life boat
Every breath I attempt to take fills my lungs with ugly pseudonyms and sends me down deeper into my lonesome underpopulated town inhabited only by fragments of once strong relationships that i held so close to me that I c ould n't b reat h e, the relationships that kept my entire being from sinking in the first place.
I'm drowning and I can't see what's even in front of me
I'm a ship bound by anchor to the wrong bad habits of shedding my blood willingly to bloodthirsty ravenous sharks in the sea of my minds eye
This was once a safe harbor for the ones I kept close
The ones that knew what mattered to me and the ones I cherished most
Now its a sea full of gh o sts
Of the people I trusted them the most
I trusted them to not turn on me or use me like a host
And now I'm the one dro w ning
I' m so sca re d
Now when I share my harbor it feels so
U n fa i r
They don't understand what I risk give to let them be there
It never harbors in their heart as deeply as it does mine
The possibility of even defining how hard it is to let these ships safely pass through this harbor will now and forever never be able to escape my pale numbing lips
Only silence
Everything here is just riddled with murderous crashing waves
Any relationship that enters I try so desperately to save
And in that attempt
The harbor starts to misbehave
The waves destroy every boat or anything that floats
Anything at all to help me cope with being so alone or the feeling of even remotely being at home.
My fingertips are numb and cold and starting to fold and I can't feel those things I could before
I just want all of this over
N o m o re dro w n i n g
All my life boats have sunk
Now I'm just stuck
All these hands and graves are grabbing at me and pulling me down ev ery whi ch wa y at the
bott om of the
oce an
u nd er
al l
th e s e
h e a v y
waves.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
This Little, Silent, Gloomy Monument,
Contains all that was sweet and innocent;
The softest pratler that e'er found a Tongue,
His Voice was Musick and his Words a Song ;
Which now each List'ning Angel smiling hears,
Such pretty Harmonies compose the Spheres;
Wanton as unfledg'd Cupids, ere their Charms
Has learn'd the little arts of doing harms ;
Fair as young Cherubins, as soft and kind,
And tho translated could not be refin'd ;
The Seventh dear pledge the Nuptial Joys had given,
Toil'd here on Earth, retir'd to rest in Heaven ;
Where they the shining Host of Angels fill,
Spread their gay wings before the Throne, and smile.
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THE morn of life is past,
And ev'ning comes at last;
It brings me a dream of a once happy day,
Of merry forms I've seen
Upon the village green,
Sporting with my old dog Tray.
Chorus: Old dog Tray's ever faithful; Grief cannot drive him away; He's gentle, he is kind, I'll never, never find A better friend than old dog Tray.
The forms I called my own
Have vanish'd one by one,
The lov'd ones, the dear ones have all pass'd away;
Their happy smiles have flown,
Their gentle voices gone,
I've nothing left but old dog Tray.
Chorus.
When thoughts recall the past,
His eyes are on me cast,
I know that he feels what my breaking heart would say;
Although he cannot speak,
I'll vainly, vainly seek
A better friend than old dog Tray.
Chorus.
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