Greyfriars Bobby Song

Come listen all you gentle folk, the praises I’ll proclaim

Of a wee bit sonsie terrier dog, and Bobby was his name.

He wouldn’t leave his master’s grave though it was against the law.

For 14 years and more he stayed, through rain and sleet and snaw.

 

Bobby you’re a bad wee dug and you should be pit in jail

Have you anything to say for yoursel

H H H and the wee dug wagged his tail

 

Each time the Beadle flung him out, he slunk back in again

Can ye no read ye silly wee gowk, no dogs allowed Amen!

And so they called the polis in, they said that dog’s a stray

We’ll take him to the Burgh Court, on a charge of vagrancy.

 

Bobby you’re a bad wee dug…

 

So the poor wee kids went round the doors, wi a wee collectin tin

Oh we can pay his licence fee, if you’ll put your money in

Then up and spoke the Provost man, no money need be found

For I’m going to make wee Bobby here, a freeman oh the town.

 

Bobby you’re a guid wee dug and you’ll no be pit in jail

Have you anything to say for yoursel

H H H and the wee dug wagged his tail

 

And soon his fame spread o’er the land, they came from far and wide

To see the dog that wouldn’t leave, Old Jock his master’s side

His statue stands there still today to stop, us getting smug

It reminds us our most famous son, was just a wee bit dug.

 

Bobby you’re a guid wee dug…