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So down he came; for loss of time,
Although it grieved him sore,
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 Mistress Gilpin (careful soul!)
Had two stone bottles found,
And keep it safe and sound.
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
Equipped from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brushed and neat,
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-shod feet,
Which galled him in his seat.
So, Fair and softly, John he cried,
But John he cried in vain;
In spite of curb and rein.
Who cannot sit upright,
And eke with all his might.
Thus all through merry Islington,
These gambols he did play, And till he came unto the Wash
Of Edmonton so 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 balcony espied
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!
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.
Away went Gilpin out of breath,
And sore against his will,
His horse at last stood still.
The calender, amazed to see
His neighbor in such trim,
And thus accosted him :
What news ? what news? your tidings tell;
Tell me you must and shall –
Or why you come at all?
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 forebode,
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,
Each comely in its kind.
He held them up, and in his turn
Thus showed his ready wit,
They therefore needs must fit.
But let me scrape the dirt away,
That hangs upon your face;
Be in a hungry case.
Said John - It is my wedding-day,
And all the world would stare, 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 sing most loud and clear;
Whereat his horse did snort, as he
Had heard a lion roar,
As he had done before.
Away went Gilpin, and away
Went Gilpin's hat and wig;
For why? they were too big.