I-VE done with joys an- misery,
An- why should I repine?
There-s no one knows the past but me
An- that ol- dog o- mine.
We camp an- walk an- camp an- walk,
An- find it fairly good;
He can do anything but talk,
An- he wouldn-t if he could.

We sits an- thinks beside the fire,
With all the stars a-shine,
An- no one knows our thoughts but me
An- that there dog o- mine.
We has our Johnny-cake an- -scrag,�
An- finds -em fairly good;
He can do anything but talk,
An- he wouldn-t if he could.

He gets a -possum now an- then,
I cooks it on the fire;
He has his water, me my tea-
What more could we desire?
He gets a rabbit when he likes,
We finds it pretty good;
He can do anything but talk,
An- he wouldn-t if he could.

I has me smoke, he has his rest,
When sunset-s gettin- dim;
An- if I do get drunk at times,
It-s all the same to him.
So long-s he-s got me swag to mind,
He thinks that times is good;
He can do anything but talk,
An- he wouldn-t if he could.

He gets his tucker from the cook,
For cook is good to him,
An- when I sobers up a bit,
He goes an- has a swim.
He likes the rivers where I fish,
An- all the world is good;
He can do anything but talk,
An- he wouldn-t if he could.