AN ELEGY ON A MAD DOG.

(_AFTER GOLDSMITH, MORE OR LESS._)

Good patriots all of every sort,
Give ear unto my song,
For if in substance it is short,
In moral it is strong.

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At Hawarden lived a Grand Old Man,
Of whom the world might say,
A wondrous lengthy race he ran,
And won it all the way.

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Some swore he'd veer to catch a vote;
Old age to flout one loathes,
But, if he never turned his coat,
He often changed his clothes.

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Hard by an Irish dog was found,
As many dogs there be,
Hibernian mongrel, puppy, hound,
And curs of low degree.