Over hills and meadows we'd roam
we grew up together that way.
I remember the time at the
when I would have drowned beyond doubt.
But old Shep was right there to the rescue.
Now the years rolled along,
and old Shep he grew old,
his eyesight was fast growing dim.
Then one day the doctor looked at me
and said, I can't do no more for him, Jim
With a hand that was trembling,
I aimed it at Shep's faithful head
But I just couldn't do it, I wanted to run
And I wished they would shoot me instead
I knelt down on the ground
He laid his old head on my knee
And I cried so I scarcely could see
he knew he was going to go
For he reached out and licked at my hand
We're parting, but I understand
where the good doggies go
And no more with old Shep will I roam
But if dogs have a heather,
Oh, the ship has a wonderful home.
