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WE go on our way together, / Baby, and dog, and I; / Three merry companions, / 'Neath any sort of sky; / Blue as her pretty eyes are, / Or gray, like his dear old tail; / Be it windy, or cloudy, or stormy, / Our courage does never fail.
Sometimes the snow lies thickly, / Under the hedge-row bleak; / Then baby cries "Pretty, pretty," / The only word she can speak. / Sometimes two rivers of water / Run down the muddy lane; / Then dog leaps backwards and forwards / Barking with might and main.
Baby's a little lady, / Dog is a gentleman brave: / If he had two legs as you have / He'd kneel to her like a slave; / As it is he loves and protects her, / As dog and gentleman can; / I'd rather be a kind doggie / I think, than a brute of a man.