AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG

AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG

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An ELEGY on the DEATH of a MAD DOG. WRITTEN By Dr. GOLDSMITH PICTURED By R. CALDECOTT SUNG By Master BILL PRIMROSE IN MEMORY OF TOBY View larger image

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GOOD people all, of every sort,

Give ear unto my song;

And if you find it wondrous short,

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It cannot hold you long.

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In Islington there lived a man,

Of whom the world might say,

That still a godly race he ran,

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Whene’er he went

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to pray.

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A kind and gentle heart he had,

To comfort friends and foes;

The naked every day he clad,

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When he put on

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his clothes.

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And in that town a dog was found:

As many dogs there be—

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Both mongrel, puppy, whelp,

and hound,

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And curs of low degree.

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This dog and man at first were friends;

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But, when a pique began,

The dog, to gain some private ends,

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Went mad, and bit the man.

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Around from all

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the neighbouring streets

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The wondering neighbours ran;

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And swore the dog had lost his wits,

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To bite so good a man.

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The wound it seem’d both sore and sad

To every christian eye;

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And while they swore the dog was mad,

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They swore the man would die.

But soon a wonder came to light,

That show’d the rogues they lied—

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The man recover’d of the bite,

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The dog it was that died.

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