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Tomorrow is our wedding-day,
And we will then repair Unto the bell at Edmonton,
All in a chaise and pair.
My sister, and my sister's child,
Myself, and children three,
On horseback after we.
He soon replied, I do admire
Of womankind but one,
Therefore it shall be done.'
As all the world doth know,
Will lend his horse to go.
And for that wine is dear,
Which is both bright and clear.
John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wifo ;
O'erjoy'd was he to find,
She had a frugal mind.
The morning came, the chaise was brought,
But yet was not allow'd
Shoald say that she was proud.
Where they did all get in ;
To dash through thick and thin.
Smack went the whip, round went the wheols,
Were never folk so glad ;
As if Cheapside were mad.
John Gilpin at his horse's sido
Seiz'd fast the flowing mane, And
up he got, in haste to ride, But soon came down again ;
For saddle-tree scarce reach'd had he,
His journey to begin,
Three customers come in.
So down he came; for loss of time
Although it griev'd him sore,
Would trouble him much more.
'Twas long before the customess
Were suited to their mind,
« The wine is left behind!"
Good lack ! quoth he-yet bring it me,
My leathern belt likewise,
When I do exercise.
Now mistress Gilpin, (careful soul!)
Had two stone bottles found, To hold the liquor that she lov'd,
And keep it safe and sound. Each bottle had a curling ear,
Through which the belt ho drew, And hung a bottle on each sido,
To make his balance true.
Then over zll, thailio might be
Equipp'd from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brush'd and noat
He mantully did throw.
Now sec him mounted once again
Upon his nimble steed,
With caution and good heed.
But finding soon a smoother road
Beneath luis well shod feet,
Which galld him in his seat.
So fair and softly, John lie cricd,
But John he cried in vain, That trot became ' gallop soon,
In spite of curb and rein.
So stooping down, as needs he must
Who ajunnut sit upright, Io grasp the mane with both his hands,
deko with all his might.
His lorse, who never in that sort
Had handled been before,
Did wonder more and more.
Away went Gilpin, neck or naught;
Away went hat and wig;
Of running such a rig.
The wind did blew, 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;
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 #ent Gilpin—who but he ?
His fame soon spread around,
"Tis for a thousand pound !
And still, as fast as lie drew near,
'Twas wonderful to view, How in a trice the turnpike men
Their gates wide open threw.
And not as he went bowing down
His reeking head fult tow,
Wero shatter'd at a blow.
Down rah the wine into the road,
Most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke
Ae they had basted-been.
But still ho seem'd to carry weight,
With leathern girdle brac'd ; For all might see the bottle-nocks
Still dangling at his waist.
Thus all throug i merry Islington
These merry gambols ho did play, Until he came unto the Wash
O Edmonton so gay ;
And thore ho Urrew the wash about
On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling inop, Or a wild goose at play
At Edmonton his loving wife
From the balcony spied
To see how he did ride.
Stop, stor, Jolin Gilpin-Here's tho house
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 flew,
Shot by an archer strong ;
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, amaz'd to seo
His neighbour in such trim,
And thus accosted him:
What news? what news? your tidings tell ;
Tell me you must and shallSay why bareheaded you are como,
Or why you come at all ?