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But still he seem'd to carry weight,'
With leathern girdle brac'd ; icons 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, .
From the balcony spiedi, ron, 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 ;
Said Gilpin--So am I !
Inclin'd to tarry there ;
Full ten miles off, at Ware.
So like an arrow swift he flew,
Shot by an archer strong ;
So he did Ay, which brings me to
The middle of my song.
Away went Gilpin out of breath,
And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's
His horse at last stood still.
The calender, amaz'd to see
His neighbour in such trim,
And thus accosted him :
What news ? what news ? your tidings tell;
Tell me you must and shall-
Or why you come at all.
Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit,
And lov'd a timely joke ;
In merry guise he spoke :
And, if I well forebode,
They are upon the road.
The calender, right glad to find
His friend in merry pin, Return'd him not a single word,
But to the house went in.
When 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
They therefore needs must fit.
That hangs upon your face ;
Be in a hungry case. : ..
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 ;
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, Mrs. Gilpin, when she saw
Her husband posting down Into the country far away,
She pull’d out half a crown ; And thus unto the youth she said,
That drove them to the BellThis shall be yours when you bring back
My husband safe and well, The youth did ride, and soon did meet
John coming back amain ;
By catching at his rein ;
And gladly would have done,
And made him faster run,
Went post-boy at his heels ! — The post-boy's horse right glad to miss
The lumbering of the wheels.
Thus seeing Gilpin Ay,
They rais’d the hue and cry :
ANNUAL BILL OF MORTALITY. .
Stop thief! stop thief !-a highwayman!
Not one of them was mute ;
Did join in the pursuit.
And now the turnpike gates again
Flew open in short space ;
That Gilpin rode a race.
For he got first to town;
He did again get down.
Now let us sing-long live the king,
And Gilpin, long live he ;
May I be there to see !
Despise not my good counsel.
HE who sits from day to day
Where the prison'd lark is hung,
Hardly knows that he has sung.