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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 INington
These gambols he did play, And till he came unto the Wash
Of Edmonton so gay.
At Edmonton his loving wife
From the balcony spied
To see how he did ride.
Stop, stop, John Gilpin !-Here's the house
They all at once did cry;
Said Gilpin--So am I.
his horse was not a whit
Inclin’d to tarry there;
Full ten miles off, at Ware.
So like an arrow swift he flew,
Shot by an archer strong ;
The middle of my song.
Away went Gilpin, out of breath,
And fore against his will,
His horse at last stood ftill.
The Callender, amaz'd to fee
His neighbour in such trim,
And thus accofted him:
What news! what news! your tidings tell,
Tell me you must and shallSay why bare-headed you are come,
Or why you come at all ? VOL. II.
Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit,
And lov'd a timely joke ; And thus unto the Callender
In merry guise he spoke :
I came because your horse would come ;
And, if I well forebode,
They are upon the road.
The Callender, right glad to find
His friend in merry pin, Return'd him not a single word,
But to the house went in
Whence strait he came with hat and wig,
A wig that flow'd behind,
Each comely in its kind.
He held them' up, and, in his turn,
Thus show'd his ready witMy head is twice as big as yours,
They therefore needs must fit.
But let me scrape the dirt away
That hangs upon your face ;
Be in a hungry case.
Said John, It is my wedding-day,
And all the world would stare,
If wife should dine at Edmonton
And I should dine at Ware.
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.