Whence straight he came with hat and So, turning to his horse, he said,

Six gentlemen upon the road
Thus seeing Gilpin fly,
With postboy scampering in the rear,
Thus raised the hue and cry:

"Stop thief! stop thief!-a high-
wayman!"

Not one of them was mute;
And all and each that pass'd 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 stopp'd till where he had got
up

He did again get down.
Now let us sing, Long live the king,
And Gilpin, long live he ;
And when he next doth ride abroad,
May I be there to see!