16 Good lack! quoth he-yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword, 17 Now Mistress Gilpin (careful soul!) 18 Each bottle had a curling ear, Through which the belt he drew, 19 Then over all, that he might be His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat, 20 Now see him mounted once again Full slowly pacing o'er the stones 21 But, finding soon a smoother road The snorting beast began to trot, 22 So, Fair and softly, John he cried, That trot became a gallop soon, 23 So stooping down, as needs he must He grasp'd the mane with both his hands, 24 His horse, who never in that sort 25 Away went Gilpin, neck or nought; He little dreamt, when he set out, 26 The wind did blow, the cloak did fly, 27 Then might all people well discern 28 The dogs did bark, the children scream'd, Up flew the windows all; And every soul cried out, Well done! 29 Away went Gilpin-who but he? His fame soon spread aroundHe carries weight! he rides a race! 'Tis for a thousand pound! 30 And still, as fast as he drew near, How in a trice the turnpike men 31 And now, as he went bowing down The bottles twain behind his back 32 Down ran the wine into the road, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke 33 But still he seem'd to carry weight, 34 Thus all through merry Islington And till he came unto the Wash 35 And there he threw the wash about Just like unto a trundling mop, 36 At Edmonton, his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much 37 Stop, stop, John Gilpin !—Here's the house! They all at once did cry; The dinner waits, and we are tired: 38 But yet his horse was not a whit For why?—his owner had a house 39 So like an arrow swift he flew, 40 Away went Gilpin, out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the Callender's His horse at last stood still. 41 The Callender, amazed to see Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate, 42 What news? what news? your tidings tell; Tell me you must and shall— Say why bareheaded you are come, 43 Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit, And loved a timely joke; And thus unto the Callender In merry guise he spoke : 44 I came because your horse would come; My hat and wig will soon be here, 45 The Callender, right glad to find Return'd him not a single word, 46 Whence straight he came with hat and wig ; A wig that flow'd behind, A hat not much the worse for wear, 47 He held them up, and, in his turn, 48 But let me scrape the dirt away 49 Says John, It is my wedding-day, 50 So turning to his horse, he said, "Twas for your pleasure you came here, |