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Then over all, that he might be

Equipp'd from top to toe,
His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat,

He manfully did throw.

Now fee him mounted once again

Upon his nimble steed,
Full Nowly pacing o'er the stones

With caution and good heed.

But finding soon a smoother road

Beneath his well-íhod 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, That trot became a gallop soon,

In spite of curb and rein.


So stooping down, as needs he must

Who cannot sit upright,
He grasp'd the mane with both his hands,

And eke with all his mighr.

His horfe, who never in that fort

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 last it flew away.


And now as he went bowing down

His reeking head full low,
The bottles twain behind his back

Were shatter'd at a blow.

Down ran the wine into the road,

Most piteous to be seen,
Which made his horse's flanks to finoke

As they had basted been.

But still he seem'd to carry weight,

With leathern girdle brac'd ; For all might see the bottle-necks

Still dangling at his waist.

Thus all through merry Illington

These gambols he did play, d till




Then might all people well discern

The bottles he had nung;
A bottle swinging at each side,

As hath been said or sung.

The dogs did bark, the children scream'd,

Up few the windows all ;
And ev'ry soul cried out, Well done!

As loud as he could bawl.

Away went Gilpin - who but he;

His fame foon spread around
He carries weight ! he rides a race !

'Tis for a thousand pound !

And still as fast as he drew near,

'Twas wonderful to view How in a trice the turnpike-men Their gates wide open threw.

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