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And there he threw the Wash about
On both sides of the way,
Just like unto a trundling mop,
Or a wild goose at play.
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!" 145
They all at once did cry;
"The dinner waits, and we are tired;'
Said Gilpin "So am I!"
But yet his horse was not a whit
Inclined to tarry there;
For why? his owner had a house
Full ten miles off, at Ware.
So like an arrow swift he flew,
Shot by an archer strong;
The calender, amazed to see
His neighbor in such trim,
Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate,
And thus accosted him:
"What news? what news? your tidings tell; 165
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;
And, if I well forbode,
My hat and wig will soon be here,
They are upon the road."
The calender right glad to find
His friend in merry pin,°
Returned him not a single word,
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,
Each comely in its kind.
He held them up, and in his turn
"But let me scrape the dirt away
Be in a hungry case."
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 which he paid full dear;
For, while he spake, a braying ass
Whereat his horse did snort, as he
Had heard a lion roar,
And galloped off with all his might,
Away went Gilpin, and away
He lost them sooner than at first,
Now Mistress Gilpin, when she saw
She pulled out half a crown;
And thus unto the youth she said,
"This shall be yours, when you bring back
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 faster run.
Away went Gilpin, and away
Went postboy at his heels,
The postboy's horse right glad to miss
Six gentlemen upon the road,
Thus seeing Gilpin fly,
With postboy scampering in the rear,
"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
Flew open in short space;
The toll-men thinking as before,
That Gilpin rode a race.
And so he did, and won it too,
For he got first to town;
Nor stopped till where he did get up
Now let us sing, long live the king,
And Gilpin long live he;
And when he next doth ride abroad,
ON THE GRASSHOPPER
HAPPY Songster, perched above, On the summit of the grove, Whom a dew drop cheers to sing, With the freedom of a king.