THE DIVERTING HISTORY OF JOHN GILPIN; SHOWING HOW HE WENT FARTHER THAN HE INTENDED, AND CAME SAFE HOME AGAIN. JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A trainband captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, These twice ten tedious years, yet we To morrow is our wedding day, My sister, and my sister's child, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride He soon replied, I do admire And you are she, my dearest dear, I am a linendraper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender Will lend his horse to go. Quoth Mrs. 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, To drive up to the door, lest all say So three doors off the chaise was stay'd, Six precious souls, and all agog To dash through thick and thin. Smack went the whip, round went the wheels, Were never folk so glad, The stones did rattle underneath, As if Cheapside were mad. + John Gilpin at his horse's side But soon came down again: For saddletree scarce reach'd had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw So down he came; for loss of time, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, '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, In which I wear my trusty sword, When I do exercise. Now mistress Gilpin (careful soul!) To hold the liquor that she lov'd, And keep it safe and sound. Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, Then over all, that he might be 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, But finding soon a smoother road The snorting beast began to trot, So, Fair and softly, John he cried, That trot became a gallop soon, |