Stolen by that old dog Tray.
Old dog Tray, &c.
With naught to break my fast, my eyes on Tray I cast,
Who look’d as though he felt what my breaking heart would say;
But oh! ’twas all deceit—’twas he who stole my meat,
That hungry dog, that old dog Tray.
Old dog Tray, &c.
Rosa Lee.
When I lib’d in Tennessee, U li a li o la e,