(Clyde Foley & Willis Arthur - © 1940)
When I was a lad, and old Shep was a pup,
Over hills and meadows we'd roam.
Just a boy and his dog, gee what fun we did have,
We grew up together that way.
I remember the time down by the old swimming hole,
When I would have drowned beyond doubt.
Old Shep, he was there, to the rescue he came,
He jumped in and helped pull me out.
The years grew on by, and at last he grew old,
His eyesight was fast growing dim.
Then the doctor he looked at him, and he did say,
I can't do no more for him Jim.
With a hand that was trembling, I picked up my gun,
And I aimed it at Shep's faithful head.
I just couldn't do it, I wanted to run,
And I wish that they'd shoot me instead.
Now Old Shep he has gone where the good doggies go,
And no more with old Shep will I roam.
But if dogs have a heaven, there's one thing I know,
Old Shep has a wonderful home.