Is Bob Dylan’s Poem About A Dead Dog Worth Five Figures?

May 19th, 2009 // 6 Comments

A poem handwritten by a teenage Bob Dylan, which was published in his camp newspaper during the 1950s, is one of the many Dylan-related pieces of memorabilia that will be up for auction at Christie’s next month. The poem is expected to fetch at least $10,000 from some Dylan completist out there, with proceeds going to the camp; it’s after the jump. Be warned: If the idea of a drunk man beating a dog to death (because the dog “barked in joy”) is something that upsets you, you might want to proceed with caution. (Although I rather do like the meter employed by Dylan here, I have to say.)

“Little Buddy”

Broken hearted and so sad
Big blue eyes all covered with tears
Was a picture of sorrow to see

Kneeling close to the side
Of his pal and only pride
A little lad, these words he told me

He was such a lovely doggy
And to me he was such fun
But today as we played by the way

A drunken man got mad at him
Because he barked in joy
He beat him and he’s dying here today

Will you call the doctor please
And tell him if he comes right now
He’ll save my precious doggy here he lay

Then he left the fluffy head
But his little dog was dead
Just a shiver and he slowly passed away

He didn’t know his dog had died
So I told him as he cried
Come with me son we’ll get that doctor right away

But when I returned
He had his little pal upon his knee
And the teardrops, they were blinding his big blue eyes

Your too late sir my doggy’s dead
And no one can save him now
But I’ll meet my precious buddy up in the sky

By a tiny narrow grave
Where the willows sadly wave
Are the words so clear you’re sure to find

Little Buddy Rest In Peace
God Will Watch You Thru The Years
Cause I Told You In My Dreams That You
Were Mine

Bob Dylan [Christie's]

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  1. Talkin’ Puppy-Killing Drunken Hobo Blues.

  2. It’s nice to see that even Dylan has trouble with “your” and “you’re”.

  3. If the decimal is in the right place, I think five figures is appropriate.

    $.00001

  4. I’m sure Ginsberg begged Dylan to let him suck his cock, especially after reading this one. It’s too literal for me. I prefer Burrough’s “Badger” poem, which has similar sentiment.

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  6. Rassamdul

    im ashamed of being the same kind of you ppl! this poem is unique!

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