Just cos that faithful dawg years ago did that for me
What I could’nt, sir, forget if a ’underd I should be.
Twelve years ago old Jack, ’e, when not much mor’n a pup,
One night lay in ’is corner—’e’d ’ad neither bit nor sup;
For times ’ad bin rare bad—’e lay down an’ shet ’is eyes,
’E was ’ungry, an’ wet, an’ tired, an’ ’ad ’ardly strength to rise.
The missus an’ me went off up ter bed ter try ’an sleep,
But when your stummick’s empty, its apt yer awake to keep;
But at last we went sound off, an’ dead beat as we ’ad bin,
A sleep as ’eavy as death, by-an’-bye, we both was in.