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. 140 At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied To see how he did ride. “Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! — Here's the house!” 145 They all at once did cry; 150 But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined 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. 155 Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, His horse at last stood still. 160 The calender, amazed to see His neighbor in such trim, And thus accosted him: “What news ? what news? your tidings tell; 165 Tell me you must and shall Or why you come at all ?" 170 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, They are upon the road.” 175 Whence straight he came with hat and wig, A wig that flowed behind, Each comely in its kind. 185 He held them up, and in his turn Thus showed his ready wit, “My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. 190 “But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face; Be in a hungry case.” a Said John, “It is my wedding day, And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And should dine at Ware." 195 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." 200 Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast! For which he paid full dear; Did sing most loud and clear; 205 Whereat his horse did snort, as he Had heard a lion roar, As he had done before. 210 Away went Gilpin, and away Went Gilpin's hat and wig; For why — they were too big. Now Mistress Gilpin, when she saw Her husband posting down Into the country far away, She pulled out half a crown; 215 And thus unto the youth she said, That drove them to the Bell, “This shall be yours, when you bring back My husband safe and well." 220 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; 225 But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, And made him faster run. 230 Away went Gilpin, and away Went postboy at his heels, The lumbering of the wheels. Six gentlemen upon the road, Thus seeing Gilpin fly, They raised the hue and cryo: 235 “Stop thief! stop thief - a highwayman!” Not one of them was mute; Did join in the pursuit. 240 And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space; That Gilpin rode a race. 245 And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town; He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king, And Gilpin long live he; May I be there to seeo! 250 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. |