At Edmonton, his loving wife 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!' Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate, '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 'I came because your horse would come; And, if I well forebode, My hat and wig will soon be here,— 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, A hat not much the worse for wear, He held them up, and in his turn, 'But let me scrape the dirt away 175 180 185 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.' 200 Ah! luckless speech, and bootless boast, For which he paid full dear; For while he spake, a braying ass '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; The postboy's horse right glad to miss Six gentlemen upon the road, Thus seeing Gilpin fly, With postboy scampering in the rear, 235 They raised the hue and cry:— 'Stop thief! stop thief!—a highwayman!' Not one of them was mute; And all and each that passed that way 240 Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike-gates again Flew open in short space; The toll-men thinking as before, That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town; Nor stopped till where he had got up 245 HERE lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue, Nor ear heard huntsman's halloo; Old Tiny, surliest of his kind, Was still a wild Jack hare. Though duly from my hand he took 5 10 |