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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.
But finding soon a smoother road
Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot,
Which gall’d him in his seat.
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,
Did wonder more and more.
Away went Gilpin, neck or naught;
Away went hat and wig;
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;
As hath been said or sung.
The dogs did bark, the children scream'd,
Up flew the windows all ;
As loud as he could bawl.
Away went Gilpin-who but he ?
His fame soon spread around; He carries weight ! he rides a race !
"Tis for a thousand pound !
And still, as fast as he drew near,
"Twas wonderful to view, How in a trice the turnpike men
Their gates wide open threw.
And now, as he went bowing down
His reeking head full low,
Were shatter'd at a blow.
Down ran the wine into the road,
Most piteous to be seen,
As they had basted been.
But still he seem'd to carry weight,
With leathern girdle braced ; For all might see the bottle-necks
Still dangling at his waist.
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
To see how he did ride.
Stop, stop, John Gilpin !-Here's the house
They all aloud did cry;
Said Gilpin-So am I!
owner had a house
So like an arrow swift he flew,
Shot by an archer strong ;
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, amazed to see
His neighbour in such trim,
And thus accosted him:
What news ? what news ? your tidings tell!
Tell me you must and shallSay why bareheaded you are come,
Or why you come at all?
Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit,
And loved a timely joke; And thus unto the calender
In merry guise he spoke:
I came because your horse would come;
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 witMy head is twice as big as yours,
They therefore needs must fit.
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.
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;
Whereat his horse did snort, as he
Had heard a lion roar,
As he had done before.