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But let me scrape the dirt away,
And stop and eat, for well you may
Said John, It is my wedding-day,
If wife should dine at Edmonton,
So turning to his horse, he said,
I am in haste to dine; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here,
You shall go back for mine.
Ah luckless speech, and bootless boast!
For which he paid full dear; For, while he spake, a braying ass
Did sing most loud and clear;
Whereat his horse did snort, as he
Had heard a lion roar,
As he had done before.
Away went Gilpin, and a way-
He lost them sooner than at first,
Now mistress Gilpin, when she saw
Her husband posting down Into the country far away,
She pull'd out half a crown;
And thus unto the youth she said,
This shall be yours, when you bring back
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,
The frighted steed he frighted more,
Away went Gilpin, and away
Went postboy at his heels, The postboy's horse right glad to miss
The lumb'ring of the wheels.
Six gentlemen upon the road,
Thus seeing Gilpin fly,
They rais'd the hue and cry:—
Stop thief! stop thief!—a highwayman!
Not one of them was mute;
Did join in the pursuit.
And now the turnpike gates again
Flew open in sljort space;
That Gilpin rode a race.
And so he did, and won it too,
For he got first to town;
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!
AN AFFLICTED PROTESTANT LADY INT FRANCE.
A Stranger's purpose in these lays
The path of sorrow, and that path alone,