ONLY A LITTLE YALLER DOG.
By Felix McGlennon.
I will tell you a tale of a little yaller dog,And he only was so high;As ugly a dog as you ever did see,And he only had one eye.His legs were bandy and his ears were cropped,His tail had a curl at the end,But I’ll tell you straight, that little yaller dogWas a true and faithful friend.Chorus.—He was only a little yaller, yaller dog,The ugliest in all the land,But I’d sooner have a wag from that little dog’s tail,Than the grip of a false friend’s hand.To the diggings I went with my little yaller dog,For he would not be denied,By day he would hang ’round the claim where I worked,And at night slept by my side.When luck was out, and when the food was scarce,My courage would nearly fail,But he’d comfort me with his joyous little barkAnd a wag of his little tail.—Chorus.After years of toil, I a mighty nugget found,And I buried it where I slept,But one stormy night, as I slumbered so deep,’Neath my tent a dim form crept—’Twas my false friend Jim, and he on murder was bent,His hand held a gleaming knife,I awoke with a start, to see that yellow dogGrip his throat, and save my life.—Chorus.
I will tell you a tale of a little yaller dog,And he only was so high;As ugly a dog as you ever did see,And he only had one eye.His legs were bandy and his ears were cropped,His tail had a curl at the end,But I’ll tell you straight, that little yaller dogWas a true and faithful friend.Chorus.—He was only a little yaller, yaller dog,The ugliest in all the land,But I’d sooner have a wag from that little dog’s tail,Than the grip of a false friend’s hand.To the diggings I went with my little yaller dog,For he would not be denied,By day he would hang ’round the claim where I worked,And at night slept by my side.When luck was out, and when the food was scarce,My courage would nearly fail,But he’d comfort me with his joyous little barkAnd a wag of his little tail.—Chorus.After years of toil, I a mighty nugget found,And I buried it where I slept,But one stormy night, as I slumbered so deep,’Neath my tent a dim form crept—’Twas my false friend Jim, and he on murder was bent,His hand held a gleaming knife,I awoke with a start, to see that yellow dogGrip his throat, and save my life.—Chorus.
I will tell you a tale of a little yaller dog,And he only was so high;As ugly a dog as you ever did see,And he only had one eye.His legs were bandy and his ears were cropped,His tail had a curl at the end,But I’ll tell you straight, that little yaller dogWas a true and faithful friend.
I will tell you a tale of a little yaller dog,
And he only was so high;
As ugly a dog as you ever did see,
And he only had one eye.
His legs were bandy and his ears were cropped,
His tail had a curl at the end,
But I’ll tell you straight, that little yaller dog
Was a true and faithful friend.
Chorus.—He was only a little yaller, yaller dog,The ugliest in all the land,But I’d sooner have a wag from that little dog’s tail,Than the grip of a false friend’s hand.
Chorus.—He was only a little yaller, yaller dog,
The ugliest in all the land,
But I’d sooner have a wag from that little dog’s tail,
Than the grip of a false friend’s hand.
To the diggings I went with my little yaller dog,For he would not be denied,By day he would hang ’round the claim where I worked,And at night slept by my side.When luck was out, and when the food was scarce,My courage would nearly fail,But he’d comfort me with his joyous little barkAnd a wag of his little tail.—Chorus.
To the diggings I went with my little yaller dog,
For he would not be denied,
By day he would hang ’round the claim where I worked,
And at night slept by my side.
When luck was out, and when the food was scarce,
My courage would nearly fail,
But he’d comfort me with his joyous little bark
And a wag of his little tail.—Chorus.
After years of toil, I a mighty nugget found,And I buried it where I slept,But one stormy night, as I slumbered so deep,’Neath my tent a dim form crept—’Twas my false friend Jim, and he on murder was bent,His hand held a gleaming knife,I awoke with a start, to see that yellow dogGrip his throat, and save my life.—Chorus.
After years of toil, I a mighty nugget found,
And I buried it where I slept,
But one stormy night, as I slumbered so deep,
’Neath my tent a dim form crept—
’Twas my false friend Jim, and he on murder was bent,
His hand held a gleaming knife,
I awoke with a start, to see that yellow dog
Grip his throat, and save my life.—Chorus.
Copyright, 1893, byFrank Tousey. The complete words and music of this song will be sent by mail for 20 cents. Address,Frank Tousey, Publisher, 34 and 36 North Moore Street, New York. Catalogues sent free upon application.
Copyright, 1893, byFrank Tousey. The complete words and music of this song will be sent by mail for 20 cents. Address,Frank Tousey, Publisher, 34 and 36 North Moore Street, New York. Catalogues sent free upon application.