THE JOHN GILPIN; SHOWING HOW HE WENT FARTHER THAN HÉ IN. TENDED, AND CAME SAFE HOME AGAIN. JOHN Gilpin was a citizen Of credit and renowng . John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear Though wedded we have been No holiday have seen. And we will then repair All in a chaise and pair. My sister and my sister's child, Myself and children three, On horseback after we. He soon replied—I do admire Of womankind but one, Therefore it shall be done. I am a linen draper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender Will lend his horse to go. Quoth Mrs. Gilpin—that's well said; And, for that wine is dear, Which is both bright and clear. O'erjoy'd was he to find She had a frugal mind. The morning came, the chaise was broughty But yet was not allow'd Should say that she was proud. Where they did all get in ; To dash through thick and thin! Smack went the whip, round went the wheels, Were never folk so glad,, 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 saddle-tree scarce reach'd had he, His journey to begin, Three customers come in. Although it griev'd him sore, Would trouble him much more. 'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, • The wine is left behind !".. . Good lack ! quoth he-yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, 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, With caution and good heed ! Beneath his well-shod feet, Which galld him in his seat. 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, Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin, neck or naught ; Away went hat and wig ! Of running such a rig ! Like streamer long and gay, Till loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. The bottles he had slung ; As hath been said or sung. Up flew the windows all ; As loud as he could bawl. His fame soon spread around 'Tis for a thousand pound ! se And still, as fast as he drew near, 'Twas wonderful to view Their gates wide open threw. His reeking head full low, Were shatter'd at a blow. Most piteous to be seen, As they had basted been. |