My Dog by Robert William Service


'Twas in a pub just off the Strand
When I was in my cups,There passed a bloke with in his handTwo tiny puling pups;And one was on me with a bound,Seeking to lick my face,And so I bought him for a poundAnd took him to my place.

Three acres by the shore I own,A hut, a pint wood;And there for fifteen years aloneHe shared my solitude.It was his own, his only world,