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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 fort
Had handled been before,
Did wonder more and more.
Away went Gilpin, neck or wought;
Away went hat and wig!-
Of running such a rig!
The wind did blow, the cloke did fly,
Like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both,
At last it flew away.
Then might all people well discern
The bottles he had Nung;
As hath been said or sung.
The dogs did bark, the children scream'd,
Up flew the windows all ;
As loud as he could bawl.
Away went Gilpin--whọ but he?
His fame soon spread around He carries weight ! he rides a race !
'Tis for a thousand pound !
And fill, as fast as he drew near,
'Twas wonderful to view How in a trice the turnpike-men Their gates wide open
And, now, as he went bowing down
His reeking head full low,
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
Still dangling at his waist.
Thus all through merry Illington
These gambols he did play, And till he came unto the Wash
Of Edmonton so gay,
And there he threw the wash about
On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop,
Or a wild goofe at play.
At Edmonton his loving wife
From the balcony spied
To see how he did ride.
Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! -Here's the houfen
They all at once did cry;
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 few,
Shot by an archer strong;
The middle of my song.
Away went Gilpin, out of breath,
And fore 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, aid down his pipe, flew to the gate, And thus accosted him :
Tell me you
Vhat news ? what news ? your tidings tell
must and shallay 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 guife he fpoke:
I came because your horfe 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 show'd his ready witMy head is twice as big as yours,
They therefore needs mult fit.