His horse, who never in that sort Away went Gilpin neck or nought, He little dreamt when he set out The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, Then might all people well discern The dogs did bark, the children scream'd, And every soul cried out, "Well done!" Away went Gilpin-who but he? And still as fast as he drew near, And now as he went bowing down The bottles twain behind his back Down ran the wine into the road, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke But still he seem'd to carry weight, Thus all through merry Islington And there he threw the wash about 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" 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 For why? his owner had a house So like an arrow swift he flew So did he fly-which brings me to Away went Gilpin, out of breath, The Callender, amazed to see His neighbour in such trim, "What news? what news? your tidings tell, Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, And thus unto the Callender In merry guise he spoke— come, "I came because your horse would come; And if I well forbode, My hat and wig will soon be here, The Callender, right glad to find But to the house went in. Whence straight he came with hat and wig, A hat not much the worse for wear, He held them up, and in his turn "My head is twice as big as yours, "But let me scrape the dirt away Said John-"It is my wedding day, So turning to his horse, he said, "Twas for your pleasure you came here, Ah luckless speech, and bootless boast! Whereat his horse did snort as he And gallop'd off with all his might Away went Gilpin, and away Now Mistress Gilpin, when she saw Into the country far away, She pull'd out half a crown; And thus unto the youth she said "This shall be yours when you bring back My husband safe and well." The youth did ride, and soon did meet But not performing what he meant, Away went Gilpin, and away The post-boy's horse right glad to miss Six gentlemen upon the road With post-boy scampering in the rear, Stop thief! stop thief!—a highwayman!” 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, And so he did, and won it too, Nor stopp'd till where he had got up Now let us sing, Long live the king, And when he next doth ride abroad, COWPER. |