Down ran the wine into the road, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke But still he seem'd to carry weight, Thus all through merry Islington And there he threw the wash about 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 aloud did cry; 'The dinner waits, and we are tired;' Said Gilpin, 'So am I!' But yet his horse was not a whit For why? his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Away went Gilpin, out of breath, 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 teli, 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; And thus, unto the Calender, In merry guise he spoke: 'I came because your horse would come, My hat and wig will soon be here, The Calender, right glad to find 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, He held them up, and in his turn But let me scrape the dust away, Said John, 'It is my wedding-day, 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, while he spake, a braying ass Whereat his horse did snort, as he And gallop'd off with all his might, L Away went Gilpin, and away Went Gilpin's hat and wig; Now Mrs. Gilpin, when she saw She pull'd out half-a-crown; And thus unto the youth she said, 'This shall be yours, when you bring back My husband safe and well.' The youth did ride, and soon did meet But not performing what he meant, Away went Gilpin, and away Went postboy at his heels, The postboy's horse right glad to miss The rumbling of the wheels. Six gentlemen upon the road With postboy scampering in the rear, They rais'd a hue and cry : '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 And so he did, and won it too, Nor stopp'd till where he had got up Now let us sing, long live the king, And, when he next doth ride abroad, May I be there to see. W. Cowper LXXVI THE MILKMAID Once on a time a rustic dame, |