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I am a linendraper bold,
As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender
Will lend his horse to go.
Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, That's well said ;
And for that wine is dear,
Which is both bright and clear.
John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wife;
O'erjoyed was he to find,
She had a frugal mind.
The morning came, the chaise was brought,
But yet was not allow'd
Should say that she was proud.
So three doors off the chaise was stay’d,
Where they did all get in ; Six precious souls, and all agog
To dash through thick and thin.
Smack went the whip, round went the wheels,
Were never folk so glad,
As if Cheapside were mad.
John Gilpin at his horse s side
Seized fast the flowing mane, And up he got, in haste to ride,
But soon came down again;
For saddletree scarce reach'd had he,
His journey to begin,
Three customers come in.
So down he came ; for loss of time,
Although it grieved him sore,' 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,
When I do exercise.
Now mistress Gilpin (careful soul!)
Had two stone bottles found, To hold the liquor that she loved,
And keep it safe and sound.
Te ver al. hac je mi je
Enn i im u to ve.
Ee manrulv id cry.
Bat in seco 3 smeeter read
Benean wel shod feet,
So. fair and softly, John he cried,
But John he cried in rain ; That trot became a gallop soon,
In spite of curb and rein.
So stooping down, as needs he must
Who cannot sit upright, He grasp'd the mane with both his hands,
And eke with all his might.
His horse, who never in that sort
Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got
Did wonder more and more.
Away went Gilpin, neck or nought;
Away went hat and wig ;
Of running such a rig.
The wind did blow, the cloak did Ay,
Like streamer long and gay, .
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 went Gilpin-who but he ?
His fame soon spread around,
'Tis for a thousand pound ! VOL. VII.
Your scruples and arguments bring to my mind
A youngster at school, more sedate than the rest,
He was shock’d, sir, like you, and answer'd, “ Oh no! What! rob our good neighbour ! I pray you
don't go; Besides, the man's poor, his orchard's his bread, Then think of his children, for they must be fed.'
“ You speak very fine, and you look very grave,
They spoke, and Tom ponder'd—“ I see they will
“ If the matter depended alone upon me, [tree; His apples might hang till they dropp'd from the But, since they will take them, I think I'll go too, He will lose none by me, though I get a few.”