R. Caldecott's First Collection of Pictures and Songs Part 3

[Ill.u.s.tration: 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]

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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 G.o.dly 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,