Produced by Suzanne Shell, Sigal Alon and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net The MAD DOG ONE OF R. CALDECOTT'S PICTURE BOOKS Frederick Warne and Co. Ltd. [Illustration] An ELEGY on the DEATH of a MAD DOG. WRITTEN By Dr GOLDSMITH PICTURED By R. CALDECOTT SUNG By Master BILL PRIMROSE [Illustration] Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song; And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] 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. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad, When he put on his clothes [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] And in that town a dog was found: As many dogs there be-- Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] 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. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] Around from all the neighbouring streets The wondering neighbours ran; And swore the dog had lost his wits, To bite so good a man. [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] 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 [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration]