When I was out walking with 'Buster' one day I saw a poor dog near the road She whimpered her fur was all dirty and grey As down to the doggy I strode. We took the dog home and gave her a feed And washed her and bathed all her sores My dog slept beside her to give her some warmth And licked all the hurt from her paws. I called the dog 'Bess' just to give her a name And took her to visit my Vet He was sympathetic but said she would die And would last just one week at the best. My 'Buster and Bess' became really good friends Each day we would walk we would play But 'Bess' she got weaker unable to walk We could see her just fading away. Now 'Old Bess' has gone were the good doggies go No more in the fields will she roam And 'Buster' and me have lost a good friend But we know we gave her a good home. And so if you see a poor dog in the road Please don't just leave her to die But fill her last days with love 'ere she goes To God's green fields up in the SKY.