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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 thatter'd at a blow.
Down ran the wine into the road,
Molt piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke
As they had bafted been.
But still he seem'd to carry weight,
With leathern girdle brac'd; For all might see the bottle-necks
Still dangling at his waist.
Thus all through merry Mington
These gambols he did play, And till he came unto the Wath
Of Edmonton fo gay.
And there he threw the wafh 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 at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tird:
Said Gilpin-So am I!
But yet his horse was not a whit
Inclin’d to tarry there;
Full ten miles off, at Ware.
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, 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 Say why bare-headed you are come,
Or why you come at all.
Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit,
And lov'd 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;
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 thow'd his ready wit-
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
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;
Did fing moft 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 !
For why?-they were too big!