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To drive up to the door, lest all
Should say that she was proud.
So three doors off the chaise was stay'd,
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 Cheapfide were mad.
John Gilpin at his horse's fide
Seiz’d fast the flowing mane, And up he got in haste to ride,
But soon came down again ;
For saddle-tree scarce reach'd had he,
His journey to begin,
Three customers come in.
So down he came ; for lufs of time, .. Although it griev'd 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,
“ The wine is left behind.”
Good lack! quoth he-yet bring it me,
My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword
When I do exercise.
Now Mistress Gilpin, careful foul !
Had two stone bottles found, To hold the liquor that she lov'd,
And keep it safe and sound.
Each bottle had a curling ear,
Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side,
To make his balance true.
Then over all, that he might be
Equipp'd from top to toe,
He manfully did throw.
Now see him mounted once again
Upon his nimble steed,
Full slowly pacing o'er the stones
With caution and good heed.
But finding soon a smoother road
· Beneath his well-thod feet, The snorting beast began to trot,
Which gall’d him in his feat.
So, Fair and softly, John he cried,
But John he cried in vain,
In spite of curb and rein.
Who cannot sit upright,
And eke with all his might,
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.
The wind did blow, the cloak did fly,
Like streamer long and gay, 'Till loop and button failing both,
At laft it flew away.
Then might all people well discern
The bottles he had slung;
As hath been said or fung.
Up flew the windows all;
As loud as he could bawla
Away went Gilpin—who but he ;
His fame soon spread around
'Tis for a thousand pound !
Bnd still as fast as he drew near,
'Twas wonderful to view How in a trice the turnpike-men
Their gates wide open threw.
And now as he went bowing down
His reeking head full low,
The The bottles twain behind his back
Were shatter'd at a blow.
Down ran the wine into the road,
Most piteous to be seen,
As they had basted been.
With leathern girdle brac'd ;
Still dangling at his waist.
Thus all through merry Islington
These gambols he did play,
Of Edmonton so gay.
On both sides of the way,
Or a wild goose at play.
From the balcony spied