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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 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,
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,
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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;