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