And thus unto the youth fhe faid

That drove them to the Bell, This fhall be yours when you bring back My husband fafe and well.

The youth did ride, and foon did meet
John coming back amain,
Whom in a trice he tried to ftop
By catching at his rein.

But not performing what he meant,
And gladly would have done,
The frighted fteed he frighted more,
And made him fafter run.

Away went Gilpin, and away
Went poft-boy at his heels,
The post-boy's horfe right glad to mifs
The lumb'ring of the wheels.

Six Gentlemen upon the road
Thus feeing Gilpin fly,
With post-boy fcamp'ring in the rear,
They rais'd the hue and cry:

Stop thief, ftop thief-a highwayman!
Not one of them was mute,
And all and each that pafs'd that way
Did join in the pursuit.

And now the turnpike gates again
Flew open in short space,

The toll-men thinking as before
That Gilpin rode a race.

And fo he did and won it too,

For he got first to town, Nor stopp'd 'till where he had got up He did again get down.

Now let us fing, Long live the king,
And Gilpin long live he,
And when he next doth ride abroad,
May I be there to fee!


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