Gather round the fire
All my old mates good and true
And you'll hear a tale
Of my old dog 'Blue'
We may be old blokes now
All tattered and worn out
But I'll bet any of your shillings
'Old Blue' knows his way about
His worked miracles in his time
When a sheep decided to stray one night
In a fierce gale I sent him off
'Blue' and the sheep were back by night
He's saved my life in years gone by
When I never dreamed of danger near
For my faithful dog called 'Blue'
There was no such world as fear
His blinded now, my poor old mate
And crippled by his age
In my opinion he's just great
And worth two of any man
That's a certain dog called 'Blue'
My good old loving friend
Until the day we'll both depart
And from this world ascend.
