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!' 145 They all at once did cry; 'The dinner waits, and we are tired:' Said Gilpin 'So am I!' 'What news? what news? your tidings tell; 165 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, Say why bareheaded you are come, 170 Whence straight he came with hat and wig; A wig that flowed behind, A hat not much the worse for wear, He held them up, and in his turn, 180 185 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; For while he spake, a braying ass 200 'This shall be yours, when you bring back My husband safe and well.' 220 The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain; 'Stop thief! stop thief!—a highwayman!' Not one of them was mute; HERE lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue, Old Tiny, surliest of his kind, Though duly from my hand he took 5 10 His diet was of wheaten bread, On twigs of hawthorn he regaled, And when his juicy salads failed, A Turkey carpet was his lawn, His frisking was at evening hours, But most before approaching showers, Eight years and five round-rolling moons Dozing out all his idle noons, And every night at play. I kept him for his humour's sake, For he would oft beguile 15 20 25 30 My heart of thoughts that made it ache, 35 But now, beneath this walnut shade, And waits, in snug concealment laid, 40 And partner once of Tiny's box, He, still more aged, feels the shocks, Must soon partake his grave. |