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Now see him mounted once again

Upon his nimble steed,

Full slowly pacing o'er the stones
With caution and good heed.

But finding soon a smoother road
Beneath his well-shod feet,
The snorting beast began to trot,
Which gall'd him in his seat.

So, Fair and softly, John he cried,
But John he cried in vain,
That trot became a gallop soon
In spite of curb and rein.

So stooping down, as needs he must
Who cannot sit upright,

He grasp'd the mane with both his hands
And eke with all his might.

His horse, who never in that sort
Had handled been before,
What thing upon his back had got
Did wonder more and more.

Away went Gilpin neck or nought,
Away went hat and wig,

He little dreamt when he set out
Of running such a rig.

The wind did blow, the cloak did fly,
Like streamer long and gay,

Till loop and button failing both
At last it flew away.

Then might all people well discern
The bottles he had slung,

A bottle swinging at each side

As hath been said or sung.

The dogs did bark, the children scream'd,
Up flew the windows all,

And every soul cried out, Well done!
As loud as he could bawl.

Away went Gilpin-who but he;
His fame soon spread around-
He carries weight, he rides a race,
'Tis for a thousand pound.

And still as fast as he drew near,
'Twas wonderful to view
How in a trice the turnpike-men
Their gates wide open threw.

And now as he went bowing down
His reeking head full low,
The bottles twain behind his back
Were shatter'd at a blow.

Down ran the wine into the road

Most piteous to be seen,

Which made his horse's flanks to smoke

As they had basted been.

But still he seem'd to carry weight,

With leathern girdle braced,

For all might see the bottle necks

Still dangling at his waist.

Thus all through merry Islington
These gambols he did play,
And till he came unto the Wash
Of Edmonton so gay.

And there he threw the wash about
On both sides of the way,
Just like unto a trundling mop,

Or a wild-goose at play.

At Edmonton his loving wife
From the balcony spied

Her tender husband, wondering much

To see how he did ride.

Stop, stop, John Gilpin !-Here's the house

They all at once did cry,

The dinner waits and we are tired:

Said Gilpin-so am I.

But yet his horse was not a whit

Inclined to tarry there,
For why? his owner had a house
Full ten miles off, at Ware.

So like an arrow swift he flew
Shot by an archer strong,
So did he flywhich brings me to
The middle of my song.

Away went Gilpin, out of breath,
And sore against his will,

Till at his friend's the Callender's
His horse at last stood still.

The Callender amazed to see

His neighbour in such trim,

Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate,

And thus accosted him

What news? what news? your tidings tell,
Tell me you must and shall-

Say why bare-headed you are come,
Or why you come at all?

Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit
And loved a timely joke,
And thus unto the Callender
In merry guise he spoke-

I came because

your horse would come;

And if I well forebode,

My hat and wig will soon be here,
They are upon the road.

The Callender, right glad to find
His friend in merry pin,
Return'd him not a single word,

But to the house went in.

Whence straight he came with hat and wig,

A wig that flow'd behind,

A hat not much the worse for wear,
Each comely in its kind.

He held them up, and in his turn
Thus show'd his ready wit,

-My head is twice as big as yours,
They therefore needs must fit.

But let me scrape the dirt away

That hangs upon your face;
And stop and eat, for well you may
Be in a hungry case.

Said John-It is my wedding-day,
And all the world would stare,

If wife should dine at Edmonton
And I should dine at Ware.

So turning to his horse, he said,
I am in haste to dine,

'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.

Ah luckless speech, and bootless boast!
For which he paid full dear,

For while he spake a braying ass
Did sing most loud and clear.

Whereat his horse did snort as he
Had heard a lion roar,
And gallop'd off with all his might
As he had done before.

Away went Gilpin, and away
Went Gilpin's hat and wig;

He lost them sooner than at first,
For why? they were too big.

Now Mistress Gilpin, when she saw
Her husband posting down

Into the country far away,

She pull'd out half a crown;

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