14 October 2012
They'd roam the cobbled streets of Edinburgh Through some of the longest winter nights Keeping each other company They must have looked a lonely sight
Day and night they were inseparable The little terrier and John Grey But then one day the cold took its toll And he died in the February
In the graveyard of Greyfriers Kirk Auld Jock was put to rest The little Skye terrier stayed by his side The gardener was unimpressed
He would loyally sit by his masters grave Through cold winter nights and sunny days The gardener tried to evict him But no one would stand in the terriers way
It was only at one o'clock When the castles gun would salute That Bobby left Jocks graveside To the coffee house for food he would shoot
For fourteen years he would sit by his grave Devoted and loyal to the end Greyfriers Bobby gives a lesson to us all On being mans most faithful friend
*a happy not scary story based on the true story of Greyfriers Bobby in Edinburgh. A statue was actually erected in his honour in the graveyard.
Mans Most Faithful Friend • Opuss № I