So, ftooping down, as needs he must He grafp'd the mane with both his hands, His horfe, who never in that fort Away went Gilpin, neck or nought; He little dreamt, when he fet out, The wind did blow, the cloke did fly, Like ftreamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, At laft it flew away. Then might all people well difcern A bottle fwinging at each fide, As hath been faid or fung. The dogs did bark, the children scream'd, Up flew the windows all; And ev'ry foul cried out-Well done! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin-who but he? And ftill, as fast as he drew near, How in a trice the turnpike-men And, now, as he went bowing down Were fhatter'd at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Moft piteous to be seen, Which made his horfe's flanks to smoke As they had bafted been. But ftill he feem'd to carry weight, Thus all through merry Islington And there he threw the wash about On both fides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, At Edmonton his loving wife Her tender husband, wond'ring much To fee how he did ride. Stop, ftop, John Gilpin !-Here's the houfe They all at once did cry; The dinner waits, and we are tir'd: Said Gilpin-So am I! But yet his horfe was not a whit For why?-his owner had a house So like an arrow fwift he flew, So did he fly-which brings me to Away went Gilpin, out of breath, The calender, amaz'd to see His neighbour in fuch trim, Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate, What news? what news? your tidings tell ; ay why bare-headed you are come, Or why you come at all. Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, In merry guife he fpoke: I came because your horse would come; My hat and wig will foon be here- The calender, right glad to find Return'd him not a single word, Whence ftraight he came with hat and wig; A hat not much the worse for wear, He held them up, and, in his turn, |