So three doors off the chaise was stay'd,
Where they did all get in;

Six precious souls, and all agogg
To dash through thick and thin.

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
Seiz'd fast the flowing mane,
And up he got, in haste to ride,
But soon came down again;

For saddletree scarce reach'd had he,
His journey to begin,

When, turning round his head, he saw
Three customers come in.

So down he came; for loss of time,
Although it griev'd him sore;
Yet loss of pence, full well he knew,
Would trouble him much more.

'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind,

When Betty screaming came down stairs,

r The wine is left behind!"

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Good lack! quoth he-yet bring it me,

My leathern belt likewise,

In which I bear my trusty sword,
When I do exercise.

Now mistress Gilpin (careful soul !)
Had two stone bottles found,

To hold the liquor that she lov'd,» « ።
And keep it safe and sound.

Each bottle had a curling ear,
Through which the belt he drew,
And hung a bottle on each side,

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
Upon his nimble steed, measg i
Full slowly pacing o'er the stones,

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,
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; 1 T
And ev'ry soul cried out, Well done!
As loud as he could bawl.

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.
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... 1

Down ran the wine into the road,

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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,
With leathern girdle brac'd;

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Thus all through merry Islington
These gambols he did play,

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.

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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
Full ten miles off, at Ware.

So like an arrow swift he flew,
Shot by an archer strong;

So did he fly-which brings me to
The middle of my song.