And there he threw the wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wond'ring much To see how he did ride. Stop, stop, John Gilpin!-Here's the house The dinner waits, and we are tir'd: Said Gilpin-So am I! But yet his horse was not a whit Inclin❜d 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 fly-which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin, out of breath, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still. The calender, amaz'd 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 why bare-headed you are come, Or why you come at all. 1 Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, And lov'd a timely joke; And thus unto the calender In merry guise he spoke : I came because your horse would come; My hat and wig will soon be here They are upon the road. The calender, right glad to find His friend in merry pin, Return'd him not a single word, Whence straight he came with hat and wig; A wig that flow'd behind, A hat not much the worse for wear, Each comely in its kind. He held them up, and, in his turn, Thus show'd his ready wit My head is twice as big as your's, But let me scrape the dirt away And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case. Said John-It is my wedding-day, If wife should dine at Edmonton 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 gallop'd off with all his might, As he had done before. Away went Gilpin, and away 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 pull'd out half a crown; |