An Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog

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An Elegy On The Death Of A Mad Dog by Oliver Goldsmith with illustrator Randolph Caldecott was published in 1766.

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Good People

Good people all, of every sort,

Give ear unto my song;

And if you find it wondrous short,

It Cannot

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.

Gentle Heart

A kind and gentle heart he had,

To comfort friends and foes;

The naked every day he clad,


When he put on


his clothes

A Dog

And in that town a dog was found:

As many dogs there be--


Both mongrel,



and hound,

And curs of low degree.


This dog and man at first were friends;


But, when a pique began,

Bit The Man

The dog, to gain some private ends,

Went mad, and bit the man.

Around From All

Around from all


the neighbouring streets


The wondering neighbours ran;

Lost His Wits

And swore the dog had lost his wits,

To Bite

To bite so good a man.

The Wound

The wound it seem'd both sore and sad

To every christian eye;

Dog Was Mad

And while they swore the dog was mad,

Man Would Die

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

The dog it was that died.