His horse, who never in that sort What thing upon his back had got, Away went Gilpin, neck or nought; Away went hat and wig; He little dreamnt, 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 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 screamed, Up flew the windows all, soul cried out, "Well done!" 96 100 104 108 And every As loud as he could bawl. 112 Away went Gilpin-who but he ! His fame soon spread around,— "He carries weight!-he rides a race! 'Tis for a thousand pound!" 116 And 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 120 124 From the balcony espied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. 144 "Stop, stop, John Gilpin !-Here's the house!" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tired." 'Wash, a brook which runs into the Lea. 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. The calender, amazed to see His neighbour in such trim, Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate, And thus accosted him : "What news? What news? Your tidings tell, Tell me you must and shall— Say why bareheaded you are come, Or why you come at all?" Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, And loved a timely joke; 156 160 164 168 His friend in merry pin, Return'd him not a single word, But to the house went in; Whence straight he came with hat and wig, A wig that flowed behind, A hat not much the worse for wear, Each comely in its kind. He held them up, and in his turn And stop and eat, for well you may Said John, "It is my wedding-day, And all the world would stare, 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, Ah, luckless speech and bootless boast! 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. 188 192 196 200 204 And galloped off with all his might, 208 Away went Gilpin, and away Went Gilpin's hat and wig; He lost them sooner than at first- Now Mrs. Gilpin, when she saw Her husband posting down Into the country far away, D 212 216 |