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Then over all, that he might be
Equipp'd from top to toe,
He manfully did throw.
Now fee him mounted once again
Upon his nimble steed,
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,
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;
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,
Were shatter'd at a blow.
Down ran the wine into the road,
Most piteous to be seen,
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;
As hath been said or sung.
The dogs did bark, the children scream'd,
Up few the windows all ;
As loud as he could bawl.
Away went Gilpin - who but he;
His fame foon spread around
'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.