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But let me scrape the dirt away
That hangs upon your face;
Be in a hungry cafe.
Said John-It is my wedding-day,
And all the world would are 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.
Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast!
For which he paid full dear;
Did fing most loud and clear;
Whereat his horse did snort, as he
Had heard a lion roar,
Away went Gilpin, and away
Went Gilpin's hat and wig !
For why ?-they were too big !
Now, miffress Gilpin, when she saw
Her husband posting down
She pulled out half a crown;
And thus unto the youth she said
That drove them to the Bell-This shall be your’s when you bring back
My husband safe and well.
The youth did ride, and soon did meet
John coming back amain; Whom in a trice he tried to stop,
By catching at his rein;
But, not performing what he meant,
And gladly would have done,
And made him fafter run.
John Gilpin kiss’d his loving wife;
O’erjoy'd was he to find
She had a frugal mind.
The morning came, the chaise was brought,
But yet was not allow'd
Should say that she was proud.
So three doors off the chaise was stay'd,
Where they did all get in; Six precious lauls, and all agog
To dath through thick and thin!
Smack went the whip, round went the wheels,
Were never folk so glad,
As if Cheapside were mad.
John Gilpin at his horse's side
Seiz'd fast the flowing mane, And up he got, in haste to ride,
But soon came down again;
For saddle-tree scarce reach'd had he,
His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw
Three customers come in.
So down he came; for loss of time,
Although it griev'd him fore;
Would trouble him much more.
Twas long before the customers
Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came down stairs
" The wine is left behind !"
Good lack! quoth he--yet bring it me,
My leathern belt likewise,
When I do exercise.
Now inistress Gilpin (careful foul!)
Had two stone bottles found, To hold the liquor that she lov’d,
And keep it safe and found.
Each bottle had a curling ear,
Through which the belt he drew, And hung a bottle on each side,
To make his balance true.
Then, over all, that he might be
Equipp'd from top to toc, His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat,
He manfully did throw.
Now see him mounted once again
Upon his nimble steed,
With caution and good heed !
But, finding foon, a smoother road
Beneath his well. Thod feet, The snorting beast began to trot,
Which gall’d him in his feat,
So, Fair and softly, Juhn he cried,
But John he cried in vain; That trot became a gallop soon,
In spite of curb and rein.