'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs "The wine is left behind!" Good lack! quoth he-yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword When I do exercise. Now mistress Gilpin (careful soul!) To hold the liquor that she lov'd, 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, Full slowly, pacing o'er the stones But, finding soon a smoother road The snorting beast began to trot, So, fair and softly, John he cried, 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 What thing upon his back had got Away went Gilpin, neck or nought; He little dreamt, when he set out, Of running such a rig! The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Till, loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung; A bottle swinging at each side, As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children scream'd, Up flew the windows all; And ev'ry soul cried out-Well done! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin-who but he? He carries weight! he rides a race! And still, as fast as he drew near, And now, as he went bowing down His reeking head full low, The bottles twain behind his back Were shatter'd 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 seem'd to carry weight, With leathern girdle brac'd; For all might see the bottle-necks Thus all through merry Islington And till he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay. |