  John Gilpin was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band Captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin’s spouse said to her dear, Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton, All in a chaise and pair. My sister and my sister’s child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we. He soon replied,—I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done. I am a linendraper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend, the Callender, Will lend his horse to go. Quoth Mistress Gilpin,—That’s well said; And for that wine is dear, We will be furnish’d with our own, Which is both bright and clear. John Gilpin kiss’d his loving wife; O’erjoy’d was he to find That though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind. The morning came, the chaise was brought, But yet was not allow’d To drive up to the door, lest all Should say that she was proud. So three doors off the chaise was stay’d, Where they did all get in, Six precious souls, and all agog To dash through thick and thin. Smack went the whip, round went the wheels; Were never folks so glad, The stones did rattle underneath, As if Cheapside were mad. John Gilpin at his horse’s side, Seized fast the flowing mane, And up he got in haste to ride, But soon came down again. For saddle-tree scarce reach’d had he, His journey to begin, When turning round his head he saw Three customers come in. So down he came, for loss of time Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more. ’Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came downstairs, The wine is left behind. Good lack! quoth he, yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise In which I bear my trusty sword When I do exercise. Now Mistress Gilpin, careful soul, Had two stone bottles found, To hold the liquor that she loved, 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 Equipp’d from top to toe, His long red cloak well-brush’d and neat, He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o’er the stones, With caution and good heed. But finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which gall’d him in his seat. So, Fair and softly! John he cried, But John he cried in vain; That trot became a gallop soon, In spite of curb and rein. So stooping down, as needs he must Who cannot sit upright, He grasp’d the mane with both his hands And eke with all his might. His horse, who never in that sort 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; He little dreamt, when he set out, 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 discern The bottles he had slung; A bottle swinging at each side As hath been said or sung. The dogs did bark, the children scream’d, Up flew the windows all, And every soul cried out, Well done! As loud as he could bawl. Away went Gilpin—who but he? His fame soon spread around, He 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 Their gates wide open threw. And now as he went bowing down His reeking head full low, The bottles twain behind his back 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 braced, For all might see the bottle-necks Still dangling at his waist. 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
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