Greyfriar’s Bobby 🐶

Tho I believe in folklore, I do not know if it is true.. 

One dark gloomy night along time ago..

A man called Greyfriar was homeless, living out in the icy cold snow..

Whilst he hadn’t got a coat, just an old blanket and a hat.. 

It was all that he had, along with his faithful friend Bobby, so that was that..

Well one particular severe, stormy day.. 

They sat on a street corner in their usual way.. 

And his best friend the dog, that was by his side.. 

Stayed close to his master until the minute he died.. 

Yes that fateful.. frightful night when the north wind blew, and everything was white.. 

This young poor homeless soul passed away, alas they buried his body not that too far away.. 

Within a graveyard that was grassy and green.. 

Where there is a ghost of a dog, that many have seen..

That faithful friend had somehow, mysteriously found his way..

To that cold stone graveside, where his master did lay.. 

Now some say that tho people tried their very best..to move the dog where his master did rest.. 

Alas, bobby growled and he put up an awful fight.. 

He refused to be shifted from his masters sight.. 

So he stayed and pined and became so terribly thin..

Until those ribs were protruding from out of his skin.. 

Nine months until the very day that his master did depart..

I was told the dog gave up the ghost.. he met his demise from a broken heart.. 

And they say one can still see him today, lying on his masters grave.. 

A four-legged figure grey and ghostly.. you can go and look if you are brave..

His whining can still be heard, on a cold and winters night..