“And the little street dogs, crooklegged,

Limping, one-eyed, full of mange,

Heave their leg up once again

In a hot and salty fashion.

And with them greyhounds and mastiffs,

Dogs of Hungary, of Brabant,

Of Namur and Luxembourg,

Long live the Beggar!

“And, miserably, with foaming mouth,

He goes to die beside his master,