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My fawn I loved, a fairy thing,
That trotted by my side,
And round, in many a lightsome spring,
Its agile gambols tried.
That trotted by my side,
And round, in many a lightsome spring,
Its agile gambols tried.
When pass'd away but one short year,
It ceased with me to stray,
'Twas false—like many a petted dear—
And bounded far away.
It ceased with me to stray,
'Twas false—like many a petted dear—
And bounded far away.
My dog, whose life in faith was passed,
Astray was never led,
His love was faithful to the last,
But he, alas—is dead.
Astray was never led,
His love was faithful to the last,
But he, alas—is dead.
With heavy cloud upon my brow,
In deep despair I rove,
There's no one left to love me now,
And nothing left to love.
In deep despair I rove,
There's no one left to love me now,
And nothing left to love.
