So three doors off the chaise was stay'd, Six precious souls, and all agogg Smack went the whip, round went the wheels, Were never folk so glad, The stones did rattle underneath, As if Cheapside were mad. John Gilpin at his horse's side For saddletree scarce reach'd had he, When, turning round his head, he saw So down he came; for loss of time, 'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs, r The wine is left behind!" Fe 3 Good lack! quoth he-yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword, Now mistress Gilpin (careful soul !) To hold the liquor that she lov'd,» « ። Each bottle had a curling ear, To make his balance true. Then over all, that he might be Equipp'd from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat, He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again With caution and good heed. teri så But finding soon a smoother roadi neg Beneath his well-shod feet, lod ed The snorting beast began to trot,11300 A Which gall'd him in his seat.780 2k So, Fair and softly, John he cried, So stooping down, as needs he must, He grasp'd the mane with both his hands, His horse, who never in that sort What thing upon his back had got Away went Gilpin, neck or nought; He little dreamt, when he set out, Of running such a rig. The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Then might all people well discern A bottle swinging at each side, As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children scream'd, Away went Gilpin who but he 2 tra His fame soon spread around, He carries weight! he rides a race! 'Tis for a thousand pound! : 10 And still, as fast as he drew near, A "Twas wonderful to view, How in a trice th turnpike men. And now, as he went bowing down Down ran the wine into the road, 362 Most piteous to be seen, Bu hal Which made his horse's flanks to smoke As they had basted been. But still he seem'd to carry weight, 2 For all might see the bottle-necks tho Still dangling at his waist.bm={% Thus all through merry Islington Until 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, wond'ring much To see how he did ride. A Stop, stop, John Gilpin !—Here's the house→ They all at once did cry; The dinner waits, and we are tir'd: Said Gilpin-So am I ! But yet his horse was not a whit Inclin'd to tarry there; For why? his owner had a house So like an arrow swift he flew, So did he fly-which brings me to |