The Grey Friars Bobbie ©
Dearest Bobbie all dressed to the nines
Wearing a lovely fur coat strolling down
The cobble stone walk in the village below.
We all know and love you Bobbie
The shopkeepers tip their hats to you
The ladies twirl their parasols
And the men dance a little jig.
You drink the finest Napoleon cognac
And eat the finest beef
You've never been thrown a bone
And never caused anyone grief.
But your own heart is agrievin' laddie
For when the clock strikes three
And the bells begin to tow
Once again you say goodbye to
The folks down below.
His purpose and duty
Far surpass the previous
I love you master
See you tomorrow a little past three.