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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,
The bottles twain behind his back

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
Her tender husband, wond'ring much

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;
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.

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,
Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate,

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,
My hat and wig will soon be here

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,
A hat not much the worse for wear,

Each comely in its kind.

He held them up, and, in his turn,

Thus thow'd his ready wit-
My head is twice as big as your's,

They therefore needs must fit.

But let me scrape the dirt away

That hangs upon your face;
And stop and eat, for well you may

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 fing moft loud and clear ;

Whereat his horse did snort, as he

Had heard a lion roar,
And gallop'd off with all his might,

As he had done before.

Away went Gilpin, and away

Went Gilpin's hat and wig !
He loft them sooner than at firft-

For why?-they were too big!


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