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The wind did blow, the cloak 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 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
His fame soon spread around—

He carries weight, he rides a race,
'Tis for a thousand pound !

And still as fast as he drew near,
'Twas wonderful to view,

How in a trice the turnpike-men
Their gates wide open threw,

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 braced,

For all might see the bottle-necks
Still dangling at his waist.

Thus all through merry Islington
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-goose at play.

At Edmonton his loving wife
From the balcony spied

Her tender husband, wond'ring much
To see how he did ride.

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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,
And sore against his will,

Till at his friend the Calender's
His horse at last stood still,

The Calender, amazed 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?

Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit,
And loved a timely joke,

And thus unto the Calender
In merry guise he spoke :—

I came because your horse would come ;
And if I well forebode,

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,
But to the house went in.

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 yours,
They therefore needs must fit.

But let me scrape the dirt away
That hangs upon your face;

And stop and eat, for well you may
Be in a hungry case.

Said John—It is my wedding-day,
And all the world would stare,

If wife should dine at Edmonton,
And I should dine at Ware.

So, turning to his horse, he said—
I am in haste to dine ;

'Twas for your pleasure you came here,
You shall go back for mine.

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
Went Gilpin's hat and wig

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 ;

And thus unto the youth she said
That drove them to the Bell—

This shall be yours when you bring back
My husband safe and well.

The youth did ride, and soon did meet
John coming back amain;

Whom in a trice he tried to stop,
By catching at his rein;

But not performing what he meant,
And gladly would have done,

The frighted steed he frighted more,
And made him faster run.

Away went Gilpin, and away
Went post-boy at his heels —

The post-boy's horse right glad to miss
The lumb'ring of the wheels.

Six gentlemen upon the road,
Thus seeing Gilpin fly,

With post-boy scamp'ring in the rear,
They raised the hue and cry:—

Stop thief I stop thief –a highwayman : §.ot one of them was mute;

And all and each that pass'd that way
Did join in the pursuit.

And now the turnpike gates again
Flew open in short space;

The toll-men thinking, as before,
That Gilpin rode a race.

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