I've Done With Joys An' Misery, An' Why Should I Repine? There'S No One Knows The Past But Me An' That Ol' Dog O' Mine. We Camp An' Walk An' Camp An' Walk, An' Find It Fairly Good; He Can Do Anything But Talk, An' He Wouldn't If He Could. We Sits An' Thinks Beside The Fire, With All The Stars A-Shine, An' No One Knows Our Thoughts But Me An' That There Dog O' Mine. We Has Our Johnny-Cake An' 'Scrag,' An' Finds 'Em Fairly Good; He Can Do Anything But Talk, An' He Wouldn't If He Could. He Gets A 'Possum Now An' Then, I Cooks It On The Fire; He Has His Water, Me My Tea, What More Could We Desire? He Gets A Rabbit When He Likes, We Finds It Pretty Good; He Can Do Anything But Talk, An' He Wouldn't If He Could. I Has Me Smoke, He Has His Rest, When Sunset'S Gettin' Dim; An' If I Do Get Drunk At Times, It's All The Same To Him. So Long'S He's Got Me Swag To Mind, He Thinks That Times Is Good; He Can Do Anything But Talk, An' He Wouldn't If He Could. He Gets His Tucker From The Cook, For Cook Is Good To Him, An' When I Sobers Up A Bit, He Goes An' Has A Swim. He Likes The Rivers Where I Fish, An' All The World Is Good; He Can Do Anything But Talk, An' He Wouldn't If He Could.