Robert William Service (Роберт Уильям Сервис)

Abandoned Dog

They dumped it on the lonely road,
      Then like a streak they sped;
And as along the way I strode
      I thought that it was dead:
And then I saw that yelping pup
      Rise, race to catch them up.
     
You know how silly wee dogs are.
      It thought they were in fun.
Trying to overtake their car
      I saw it run and run:
But as they faster, faster went,
      It stumbled, sore and spent.

I found it prone upon the way;
      Of life was little token.
As limply in the dust it lay
      I thought its heart was broken:
Then one dim eye it opened and
      It sought to lick my hand.

Of course I took it gently up
      And brought it to my wife
Who loves all dogs, and now that pup
      Shares in our happy life:
Yet how I curse the bastards who
      Its good luck never knew!

1. Music in the Bush
2. The Rhyme of the Remittance Man
3. The Little Old Log Cabin
4. The Younger Son
5. The March of the Dead

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