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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 spieds
To see how he did ride. .
Stop, stop, John Gilpin !-Here's the house
They all at once did cry,
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 Hew
Shot by an archer strong,
The middle of my fong..
Away went Gilpin, out of breath, ....
And fore against his will, wisi. Till at his friend's the Callender's !...:;
His horse at last stood still. : ..
The Callender amazed to fee:::' : .
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 ..
Now Gilpin had a pleasant wie
And loved a timely joke, And thus unto the Callender
In merry guise he spokemm
I came because your horse would come ;
And if I well forebode,
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,
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;
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.
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Ah luckless speech, and bootless boaft! : 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,
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 the faw
Her husband posting down Into the country far away,
She pull'd out half a crown;