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A sad poem written by Bob Dylan is up for auction at Christie's and is expected to fetch between ten to fifteen grand.
"Little Buddy" is about a boy losing his dog after a drunken man beats it to death. Originally published in the Herzl Herald -- Dylan's camp newspaper -- in 1958, the handwritten copy of "Little Buddy" was written in blue ink and is signed Bobby Zimmerman. Read the poem after the jump.
The editor of the newspaper, Lisa Heilicher, has kept the original submission for over fifty years. "I kept it with all of my stuff that I collected from camp," Heilicher said. "When I realized how famous he had become, I
put it in a piece of plastic and stuck it in an encyclopedia."
All proceeds from the winning bidder will be donated to Herzl Camp, which sits on the shores of Devils Lake, in Minnesota.
There's a ton of other Dylan memorabilia up for auction at Christie's. Check it out.
UPDATE: Holy plagiarism! Turns out "Little Buddy" was actually written by Hank Snow and was featured on Snow's 1958 album When Tragedy Struck. Seems like young Zimmerman changed a few lyrics and submitted the poem as his own work. Ah, to be 16 again.
"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
--Bobby Zimmerman

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mark hime | September 6, 2009 2:10 PM
In his Chronicles I (NY, 2004, p. 51) Dylan writes:
“I can’t say when it occurred to me to write my own songs. I couldn’t have come up with anything comparable or halfway close to the folk songs I was singing...I guess it happens to you by degrees...Opportunities may come along for you to convert something...That might be the beginning of it...It’s not like you see songs approaching and invite them in. It’s not that easy.”
So here he is, the converter, at the beginning of it.
Kurt | June 11, 2009 4:09 AM
Is Dylan known to steal lyrics?