’Till the poor Shepherd’s Dog, was very old, and grey.
IV.
Among the villagers was he
Belov’d by all the young and old,
For he was chearful company,
When the north-wind blew keen and cold;
And when the cottage scarce was warm,
While round it flew, the midnight storm,
When loudly, fiercely roll’d the swelling tide—
The Shepherd’s faithful Dog, crept closely by his side.