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The Dog’s Meeting


The Dog’s Meeting


Warren Fahey recites ‘The Dog’s Meeting’


Another dog yarn set as a poem. This probably started life as a variant of a ditty penned by the great Robert Burns although it has obviously travelled the bush for this version. It is sometimes sung to the tune of the bawdy song ‘The Ball of Kerrimuir’.


Oh, the dogs once held a concert,
They came from near and far.
Oh, some they came by bicycle
And some by motor car.
Before into the concert hall
They were allowed to look,
Each dog had to take his arsehole
And hang it on a hook.

(Repeat last two lines).

Oh, hardly were they seated there,
Each mother, son and sire,
When a dirty little yeller dog
Began to holler ‘Fire!’
Out they rushed in panic,
They didn’t stop to look;
Each dog just grabbed an arsehole
From off the nearest hook.

(Repeat last two lines)

And that’s the reason why you see,
On walking down the street,
Each dog will stop and swap a smell
With every dog he meets.
And that’s the reason why a dog
Will leave a good fat bone
To go and smell an arsehole
In hopes to find his own.

(Repeat last tow lines)