Old dog Tray! always hungry--
Meat can not drive him away;
With his tail “druv” in behind, neither gentle nor yet kind
Is that hungry dog, that old dog Tray.
I hurried home one night, with a rousing appetite,
For nothing had I tasted the whole of that long day.
But Oh! how I was done--not a thing was left but bone--
All eaten by that old dog Tray.
Old dog Tray, &c.
The steaks I thought my own, had vanish’d one by one--
Those cutlets, those chops too, had all pass’d away;
Those tenderloins were gone--they each and all had flown--
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.