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Then, over all, that he might be
Equipp'd from top to toe,
He manfully did throw.
Now see him mounted once again
Upon his nimble steed,
With caution and good heed !
But, finding soon 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, John he cried,
But John he cried in vain; That trot became a gallop sogn,
In spite of curb and rein.
So, stooping down, as needs he must
Who cannot fit upright, He grasp'd the mane with both his hands,
And eke with all his might:
His horse, who never in that fort
Had handled been before,
What thing upon his back had got
Did wonder more and more.
Away went Gilpin, neck or nought;
Away went hat and wig !-
Of running such a rig!
The wind did blow, the cloak did fly,
Like streamer long and gay, Till, loop and button failing both,
At last it flew away.
Then might all people well difcern
The bottles he had slung; A bottle swinging at each side,
As hath been said or fung.
The dogs did bark, the children scream'd,
Up flew the windows all;
As loud as he could bawl.
Away went Gilpin--who but he ?
His fame soon spread aroundHe carries weight! he rides a race !
'Tis for a thousand pound!
And still, as fast as he drew near,
'Twas wonderful to view
How in a trice the turnpike-men
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, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke
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 fo gay.
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
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.