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His  poor  old  legs  being  weak  and  s-ore,
                                    And  he  hadn't  no  strength  to  cling;
                                  A t  least,  so  the  publican  told  me—
                                     Hob  nobbing,  and  chatting  one  night,
                                  H e  showed  how  Jack's  teeth and claws  was  wovnr
                                    And  ho  soon  must  lose  hi.^  siyht.
                                                                   o
                                  H e’s  been  a  good  friend  to  me/1  says  he,
                                    And  many a.  dollar  he’s  brought  ine  in.
                                  'T t o   him  as  paid  the  doctor's  fee,
                                    When  I  came  near  losin'  a  limb.

                                  He  c’ me  to  me  first,  a  pup,  sir,
                                     And  many  and  many  a time,
                                  He's  helped  me  the  good  wife's  bread  to  win
                                     When  wc  wai both  young  and  prime.
                                  But  he’s  getiing  worn  out  and  feeble  now,
                                     lie   wouldn’t  sell  fo.r  a  lo t!”
                                  A nd  then  he  went  on  and  told  us
                                    He  was  going  to  have poejr  Jack  shot.
                                  Well,  I  tried  t:o  talk  down  that  potion,
                                    But I  found  it was  no  use  to  crow
                                  About  Ihe  old  dog's  devotion,
                                    M y  talking  was  all  no  go.

                                  "ft's  the  way  of  the world,  my  brotht.v-—
                                    A   cold,  hard  world,  of  sin—
                                  Poor  Jack’s  but  a  figure  of  others,
                                    Who,  trying  thdr way  to  win,
                                  Are e x ited   beyond  ah  measure
                                    By  Fortune's  fickle  hand,
                                  Next minute  cast  dewn  forever,
                                    Wrecks  on  life's  deso’ate  strand!
                                  While  the  hearts  we  prize  most  dearly—
                                    ■Sworn  friends  of  yours  yesterday—
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