[D]There was a fine doggie, and he [A]lived to roam.
He rambled the land though he [G]loved his [A]home.
The[D] good and the evil he[A] fought one and all.
But he did not hear when his [G]lady [A]did [D]call.
Oh [D]mo laddie, mo laddie where have you[G] been all the[D] day?
Now they've[D] carried your [A]good lady [D]far. far away.
There was a fine doggie, He had a fine home.
He had a fine lady and thought all was won.
He would live in an alley to this very day.
While evil came and stole all you held dear.
To defend your fine lady is why you were fed.
Now no nay never will you have home or bed.