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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 bead full low,
The bottles twain behind his back

Were shattered at a blow. .

Down ran the wine into the road,

Most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke

As they had basted been.

But still he seemed 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 be did play, Until he came unto the Wash

Or Edmonton so gay,

And there he threw the wash about

On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling map,

Or a wild goose at play.

At Edmonton his loving wife

From the balcony spied
Her tender husband, wondering much

To see how he did ride.

Stop, stop, John Gilpint-Here's the house

They all aloud did cry:
The dinner waits, and we are tired:

Said Gilpin-So am 1,!.

But yet his horse was not a whit

Inclined 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 flywhich 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, amazed 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 wby bare-headed 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 horge 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 inerry pin, Returned him not a single word,

But to the house went in;

Whence straight he came with hat and wig;

A wig that flowed behind,
A hat not much the worse for wear,

Each comely in its kind,

He held them up, and in bis ture

Thus showed 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 bere,

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,
And galloped off with all bis might

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 mistress Gilpin, when she saw

Her husband posting down Into the country far away,

She pulled out half a crown;

And thus unto the youth she said,

That drove them to the Bell, This shall be your's when you bring back

My husband safe and well.

The youth did ride, and soon did meet

John coming back amain! Whom in a trice he tried to stop,

By catching at his rein;

But not performing what he meant,

And gladly would have done,
The frighted steed he frighted inore,

And made him faster run.

Away went Gilpin, and away

Went post-boy at his heels,
The post-boy's horse right glad to miss

The lumbering of the wheels.

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