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What is the dog's name on the tombstone
in the Potsdam version
(column B)?
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Good 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 went
to pray.
A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;
The naked every day he clad,
When he put on
his clothes.
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Good people all, of
every sort,
Give ear unto my song;
And if you find it wondrous short,
It cannot hold you long.
In Europe once there lived a man,
And all the world might see,
That in the human race there ran
No better man
than he.
Of all the treasures he possessed, -
A goodly lot withal, -
He valued more than all the rest
A picture on the wall.
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Why "Potsdam"?
What is torn up at bottom RH corner of picture B?
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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. |
Near this good man a
dog was found;
As many dogs there be -
Both bulldog, poodle, pug,
and hound,
And curs of low degree. |
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This dog liked "places in the sun",
Where garden produce grew;
For haughty culture was the one
And only thing he knew.His proper pride received a blow
Which put him in a wax:
And what d'you think disturbed him so?
A whisper - "Who said Max?"
His envious thoughts from week to week
In but one channel flew;
He longed to dam that thin grey streak,
And make it Prussian blue.
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(Goldsmith's original has no
equivalent verses here. Norton adds 5 verses and Baumer adds 3
pictures.) |
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His actions reeked of Maxims, though
The moral went astray;
To glorify the weak, you know,
A dog must have his Day.
And when at times he lost his head,
And lied to save his skin;
He wanted gas enough, they said,
To fill a Zeppelin.
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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, |
This dog
and man at first were friends;
But, when a pique began,
The dog, to gain some private ends,
Went mad, |
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man. |
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.
The wound it seemed both sore and sad
To 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 - |
Around from
all the neighbouring streets
The angry neighbours ran;
And swore they'd give the mad dog fits,
For biting such a man.
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.
But soon a wonder came to light,
That showed the rogues they lied - |
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| The man
recover'd of the bite; |
The man
recover'd of the bite; |
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| The dog it
was that died. |
The dog it
was that died. |
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