The Mad Dog
Reading edition
ONE OF R. CALDECOTT'S PICTURE BOOKS
Frederick Warne and Co. Ltd.
An ELEGY on the DEATH of a MAD DOG.
WRITTEN By Dr Goldsmith PICTURED By R. Caldecott
SUNG By Master Bill Primrose
Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song; And if you find it wondrous short,
It cannot hold you long.
In Islington there lived a man, Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race he ran,
Whene'er he went
to pray.
A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad,
When he put on
his clothes
And in that town a dog was found: As many dogs there be—
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp,
and hound,
And curs of low degree.
This dog and man at first were friends;
But, when a pique began,
The dog, to gain some private ends,
Went mad, and bit the man.
Around from all
the neighbouring streets
The wondering neighbours ran;
And swore the dog had lost his wits,
To bite so good a man.
The wound it seem'd both sore and sad To every christian eye;
And while they swore the dog was mad,
They swore the man would die
But soon a wonder came to light, That show'd the rogues they lied—
The man recover'd of the bite;
The dog it was that died.
