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John Gilrin was a citizen
Of credit and renown,
Of famous London town.
John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear,
Though wedded we have been
No holiday have seen.
To-morrow is our wedding day,
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.
John Gilpin kissed his loving wife;
O'erjoyed was he to find
She had a frugal mind,
The morning came, the chaise was brought,
But yet was not allowed
that she was proud.
So three doors off the chaise was stayed,
Where they did all get in;
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
Seized fast the flowing mane, And up he got, in haste to ride,
But soon came down again;
For saddle-tree scarce reached had he,
His journey to begin,
Three customers come in.
So down he came; for loss of time,
Although it grieved 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,
And keep it safe and sound.
Each bottle had a curling ear,
Through which the belt he drew,
To make his balance true.
Then over all, that he might be
Equipped from top to toe,
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,
Which galled him in his seat.
So, Fair and softly, John he cried,
But John he cried in vain;
In spite of curb and rein.
So stooping down, as needs he must
Who cannot sit upright, He grasped 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 nought;
Away went hat and wig;
Of running such a rig.
The wind did blow, the cloak did ny,
Like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, At last it flew
Then might-all people well discern
The bottles he had slung;
As hath been said or sung.
The dogs did bark, the children screamed,
Up flew the windows all;
As loud as he could baw).