'Twas long before the customers Were fuited 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 likewife In which I bear my trusty fword When I do exercife. ! Now Mistress Gilpin, careful foul, To hold the liquor that fhe loved, Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, To make his balance true. Then Then over all, that he might be Equipp'd from top to toe, His long red cloak well brush'd and neat, He manfully did throw. Now fee him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full flowly pacing o'er the stones But finding foon a smoother road The fnorting beast began to trot, So, Fair and foftly, John he cried, That trot became a gallop foon In fpite of curb and reina So So ftooping down, as needs he muft Who cannot fit upright, He grafp'd the mane with both his hands His horfe, who never in that fort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Away went Gilpin neck or nought, He little dreamt when he fet out Of running fuch a rig. The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, 'Till loop and button failing both At laft it flew away. Then Then might all people well difcern The bottles he had flung, A bottle fwinging at each fide As hath been faid or fung. The dogs did bark, the children scream'd, Up flew the windows all, And ev'ry foul cried out, Well done! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin-who but he; He carries weight, he rides a race, And ftill as faft 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 The bottles twain behind his back Were shatter'd at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road Most piteous to be feen, Which made his horfe's flanks to fmoke As they had bafted been. But still he feem'd to carry weight, With leathern girdle brac'd, For all might fee the bottle necks Thus all through merry Iflington And till he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton fo gay. And |