A long time ago and far away, I did THE SHEEPDOG SONG as learned from the singing of Michael Cooney. I hear him do it on a live spot on Minnesota Public Radio in the 80's. I don't know if that is actually the title, if he actually wrote it, or if he ever recorded it, but I recorded it.

Such a dreadful thing is life
She was going to be my wife
Linda was her name, I loved her sweet and true.
A week before our wedding day,
My darling gentle fiancee
Killed in such an awful way
O what's a boy to do?
O my heart is full of woe; it's more than I can bear
The honeymoon won't be the same without my Linda there.

She was going into town
To pick up her wedding gown
She was going by the church in which we were to wed.
When suddenly, I know not why
When suddenly, I do not lie
When suddenly a sheepdog fell and hit her on the head.
They say we should not question why
That God must have a plan
But sheepdogs falling from the sky
I do not understand

Now let's all sing Pretty Saro. Lots of harmony, no instruments unless somebody has a sweet fiddle.

rich r