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I. There, there, poor dog, my faithful friend, / Pay you no heed unto my sorrow: / But feast to-day while yet you may, -- / Who knows but we shall starve to-morrow!
II. "Give us a tune," the foemen cried, / In one of their profane caprices; / I bade them "No" -- they frowned, and, lo! / They dashed this innocent in pieces!