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Away went Gilpin-who but he ?
His fame soon spread around,
'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.
His reeking head full low,
Were shatter'd at a blow.
Most piteous to be seen,
As they had basted been.
With leathern girdle brac'd; for all might see the bottle necks
Still dangling at his waist. Thus all through merry Islington
These gambols he did play,
Of Edmonton so gay;
way, Just like unto a trundling mop,
Or a wild goose at play.
From the balcony spied.
how he did ride. “Stop, stop, JohnGilpin !—Here'sthe house"
They all at once did cry; “ The dinner waits and we are tir’d;"
Said Gilpin—" So am I!”
But yet his horse was not a whit
Inclind to tarry there;
Full ten miles off, at Ware.
Shot by an archer strong;
The middle of my song.
And sore against his will,
His horse at last stood still.
His neighbour in such trim,
And thus accosted him: “ What news! what news! your tidings tell;
Tell me you must and shall-
Or, why you come at all ?”
And lov'd 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,
They are upon the road.”
His friend in merry pin,
But to the house went in;
A wig that flow'd behind,
Each comely in its kind.
The youth did ride, and soon did meet
John coming back amain :
By catching at his rein;
bar And made him faster run, Away went Gilpin, and away
la hisa Went post-boy at his heels,
2 The post-boy's horse right glad to miss
The lumbʼring of the wheels.
Thus seeing Gilpin fly,
They rais’d the hue and cry:
Not one of them was mute ;
Did join in the pursuit.
est ble The toll-men thinking
as before, olles bel That Gilpin rode a race.
is And so he did, and won it too,
And Gilpin long live he;
AN AFFLICTED PROTESTANT LADY IN FRANCE.
The path of sorrow, and that path alone,