Till I wagged my tail and bumped the floor.
Now, little mistress, I’m going to stay,
And hear what the minister has to say.”
The poor little girl hid her face and cried!
But the big dog nestled close to her side,
And kissed her, dog fashion, tenderly,
Wondering what the matter could be!
The dog being large (and the sexton small),
He sat through the sermon and heard it all,
As solemn and wise as anyone there,