| 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, |
| 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, |