history Of Smack went the whip, -round went the wheels,

Were never folk so glad, The stones did rattle underneath

As if Cheapfide were mad.

John Gilpin at his horse's side,

Seiz'd fast the flowing mane, And up he got, in haste to ride,

But soon come down again ;

For saddle-tree scarce reach'd had he,

His journey to begin,
When, turning round his head, he saw

Three customers come in.

So down he came; for loss of time,

Although it griev'd him fore,
Yet loss of pence, full well he knew,

Would trouble him much more.

'Twas long before the customers

Were suited to their mind,

When Betty screaming came down stairs

“ The wine is left behind !"

Good lack! quoth he-yet bring it me,

My leathern belt likewise,
In which I bear my trusty sword

When I do exercise.

Now mistress Gilpin (careful scul!)

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 he drew, And hung a bottle on each side,

To make his balance true.

Then, over all, that he might be

Equipp'd from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brush'd and near,

He manfully did throw.

Now see him mounted once again

Upon his nimble steed,
Full Nowly, pacing o’er the stones

With caution and good heed!

But, finding foon a smoother road

Beneath his well-shod feet,
The snorting beast began to trot,

Which gall’d him in his feat.

So, Fair and softly, John he cried,

But John he cried in vain; That trot became a gallop soon,

In spite of curb and rein.

So, stooping down, as needs he must

Who cannot fit upright, He grafp'd the mane with both his hands,

And eke with all his might.

His horse, who never in that fore

Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got

Did wonder more and more.

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Away went Gilpin, neck or nought;

Away went hat and wig !
He little dreamt, when he set out,

Of running such a rig!

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 nung;
A bottle swinging at each side,

As hath been said or sung.

The dogs did bark, the children fcream'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.

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