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And in that town a dog was found:
As many dogs there be--
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and
hound,
And curs of low degree.
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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.
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Around from all the neighbouring
streets
The wondering neighbours ran;
And swore the dog had lost his wits,
To bite so good a man.
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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
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