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And thus unto the youth she said
That drove them to the Bell, This shall be yours when you bring back
My husband safe and well.
The youth did ride, and soon did meet
John coming back amain, Whom in a trice he tried to stop
By catching at his rein.
But not performing what he meant,
And gladly would have done,
And made him fafter run.
Away went Gilpin, and away
Went poft-boy at his heels, The post-boy's horse right glad to miss
The lumb'ring of the wheels.
Six Gentlemen upon the road
Thus seeing Gilpin fly, With post-boy scamp'ring in the rear,
They rais'd the hue and cry:
Stop thief, stop thiefma highwayman!
Not one of them was mute, And all and each that pass’d that way
Did join in the pursuit.
And now the turnpike gates again
Flew open in short space,
That Gilpin rode a race,
And so 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 sing, Long live the king,
And Gilpin long live he, And when he next doth ride abroad,
May I be there to see!
I ABLE Talk
19 On the Burning of Lord
20 On the same
II A Comparison
26 On a Goldfinch starved