bear the pall bottle breathe the gale BURIAL OF COCK calender carries weight carrion crow carry the link caught his blood chaise chief mourner cloak dame dear DEATH AND BURIAL DERBY Dickery dirt Edmonton faster flew follow'd FRIAR-GATE gale of spring grave hasten o'er hat and wig head heart is light heart is light-my horse J.GILPIN LINENDRAPER John Jacky John he cry'd joyous wing keep them safe kill'd Cock Robin landscape bright leathern light-my heart LINENDRAPER John Gilpin Linnet LITTLE Robin lov'd loving wife Madam Blaize merry mouse ran o'er the landscape OLD Mother Hubbard pass'd POOR Cock Robin poor dog postboy Pray Printed by Thomas Published by THOMAS Quoth ride right glad ROBIN REDBREAST saw him die says sing a psalm soon stop tail THOMAS RICHARDSON toll the bell tree trice Twas unto wedding-day Who'll carry wine wing I hasten
Side 7 - And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. My sister, and my sister's child, Myself and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we. He soon replied, I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done. • I am a linen-draper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender Will lend his horse to go.
Side 20 - Inclined to tarry there ; For why? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.
Side 29 - Stop thief! stop thief! — a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed 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.
Side 8 - Where they did all get in ; Six precious souls, and all agog To dash through thick and thin. Smack went the whip, round went the wheels, Were never folk so glad, The stones did rattle underneath As if Cheapside were mad.
Side 14 - His horse, who never in that sort Had handled been before, What thing upon his back had got Did wonder more and more. Away went Gilpin neck or nought, Away went hat and wig, He little dreamt when he set out Of running such a rig.
Side 18 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. "Stop, stop, John Gilpin!— Here's the house !" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tired;"— Said Gilpin, "So am I!
Side 31 - But now, her wealth and finery fled, Her hangers-on cut short all ; The doctors found, when she was dead — Her last disorder mortal. Let us lament, in sorrow sore, For Kent-street well may say, That had she lived a twelvemonth more — She had not died to-day.
Side 15 - The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both, At last it flew away. Then might all people well discern The bottles he had slung ; A bottle swinging at each side, As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children scream'd, Up flew the windows all ; And every soul cried out, Well done ! As loud as he could bawl.
Side 21 - What news? what news? your tidings tell; Tell me you must and shall — Say why bare-headed you are come, Or why you come at all ? Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, And loved a timely joke!
Side 10 - For saddle-tree scarce reach'd had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came ; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew Would trouble him much more. 'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs, * The wine is left behind !' Good lack ! quoth he— yet bring it me.