And there he threw the wash about At Edmonton his loving wife Her tender husband, wond'ring much Stop, ftop, John Gilpin !-Here's the houfeThey all at once did cry, The dinner waits and we are tir'd: Said Gilpin-fo am I. But yet his horfe was not a whit For why? his owner had a house So So like an arrow fwift he flew Shot by an archer strong, Away went Gilpin, out of breath, Till at his friend's the Callender's! The Callender amazed to fee His neighbour in fuch trim, And thus accofted him What news? what news? your tidings tell, Say why bare-headed you are come, A a Now Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit In merry guise he spoke I came because your horfe would come; My hat and wig will foon be here, The Callender, right glad to find Whence ftraight he came with hat and wig, A hat not much the worse for wear, Each comely in its kind. He held them up, and in his turn But let me fcrape the dirt away Said John-It is my wedding-day, So turning to his horfe, he faid, 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, A a 2 Ah Ah luckless fpeech, and bootlefs boaft! Whereat his horfe did fnort as he Had heard a lion roar, Away went Gilpin, and away Went Gilpin's hat and wig; He loft them fooner than at first, For why they were too big. Now Mistress Gilpin, when fhe faw Into the country far away, She pull'd out half a crown; |