For conscious of her every care
He strain'd each feeling nerve,
To please that friend, his lady fair
Commanded him to serve.

Of many friends to Lucy dear,
One rose above the rest;
Proclaim'd, in glory's bright career.
The monarch of her breast.

Tender and brave, her Edward came
To bid his fair adieu;
To India call'd, in honour's name,
To honour he was true.

The farewell rack'd poor Lucy's heart,
Nor pain'd her lover less;
And Fido, when he saw them part,
Seem'd full of their distress.

Lucy, who thro' her tears descried
His sympathetic air,
"Go! with him, Fido!" fondly cried,
"And make his life thy care!"

The dog her order understood,
Or seem'd to understand,
It was his glory to make good
Affection's kind command.