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The Remarkable Adventures of an Old Woman and Her Pig
An Ancient Tale in a Modern Dress

The Remarkable Adventures of an Old Woman and Her Pig An Ancient Tale in a Modern Dress

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stick,” she exclaim’d, “I entreat you to flog

“This cruel, regardless, unmannerly dog,
“Who will not bite Piggy, though plainly you see
“My pig will not stir, and there’s no home for me.”
No reply made the stick, not a blow would it strike,
But crab-stick and cur remained silent alike.
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“Well, this is provoking! but yonder’s a fire,
“And now,” said old Goody, “I’ll have my desire.”
The flame she saluted, and cried, “Pray be quick,
“Assist a poor woman, and burn this vile stick,
“For ’twill not beat yon dog, though the cur will not bite
“My pig; and I here may remain all the night.”
In vain to the flame did our sweeper appeal,
For her sufferings it would not, or perhaps could not, feel.
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An opposite element next caught her eye,
And its friendly assistance she therefore would try.—
“Dear water,” she said, “do extinguish this fire,
“Which will not (although ’tis my ardent desire)
“Consume yonder crab-stick, which, obstinate too,
“With beating that cur will have nothing to do;
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“And the dog, as ill-natured, you see, as the rest,
“Refuses to bite this young obstinate beast;
“So here I’m compelled, most reluctant, to stay,
“And here may remain till the break of the day.”
The water regardless of all that was said,
Lay perfectly still,—not an effort was made.

So next to an ox her attention she turn’d,
And telling him how her entreaties were scorned,
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By the dog, by the stick, by the flame, and the flood,
She said, “I beseech you, great Sir, be so good,
“As to drink up this water, which, every one knows,
“Could have put out the fire with ease, if it chose:
“Oh grant me this favour—do pity my plight,
“Or here in the fields I must stay all the night!“
The ox was unmoved, not an eye would he turn,
Though no flood would extinguish, no fire would burn,
No crab-stick would give Mr. Bow-wow a blow,
Nor would he compel the pig forward to go.
Then kindling with rage Piggy’s mistress cried out,
“Oh! here comes a man, he’ll avenge me no doubt.”

So once more relating her pitiful story,
She said, “In the death of that ox I should glory:
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“Now therefore, good butcher, the animal kill;
“I’ll thank you, I’ll bless you; indeed, Sir, I will.”
The butcher, however, continued his

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