HISTORY JOHN OF GIL PIN SHEWING, HOW HE WENT FARTHER THAN HE INTENDED, AND GAME SAFE HOME AGAIN. OHN Gilpin was a citizen JOH Of credit and renown, A train-band Captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, To-morrow is our wedding-day, Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaife and pair. My My fifter and my fifter's child, Myself and children three, Will fill the chaife, fo you must ride. He foon replied, I do admire And you are fhe, my dearest dear, I am a linen-draper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the Callender Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, That's well faid; We will be furnish'd with our own,' Which is both bright and clear. John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wife; O'erjoy'd was he to find That, though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind. The morning came, the chaife was brought, But yet was not allow'd Το ་ To drive up to the door, left all So three doors off the chaise was stay'd, Six precious fouls, and all agog To dash through thick and thin. Smack went the whip, round went the wheels, The ftones did rattle underneath As if Cheapfide were mad. John Gilpin at his horse's fide Seiz'd fast the flowing mane, And up he got in hafte to ride, For faddle-tree scarce reach'd had he, When, turning round his head, he faw So down he came; for lofs of time, Yet lofs of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more. 'Twas 'Twas long before the customers Were fuited to their mind,、 When Betty screaming came down stairs, "The wine is left behind." Good lack! quoth heyet bring it me, In which I bear my trusty sword Now Mistress Gilpin, careful foul!? To hold the liquor that the lov'd,. Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each fide, 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 fee him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full Full flowly pacing o'er the ftones But finding foon a smoother road The fnorting beast began to trot, So, Fair and foftly, John he cried, So ftooping down, as needs he must He grafp'd the mane with both his hands,. His horfe, who never in that fort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Away went Gilpin neck or nought, He little dreamt, when he fet out, Of running such a rig. The |