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 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 linen-draper bold,      As all the world doth know,     And my good friend the Calender      Will lend his horse to go."     Quoth Mistress Gilpin, "That's well said;      And, for that wine is dear,     We will be furnished with our own,      Which is both bright and clear."     John Gilpin kissed his loving wife;      O'erjoyed 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 allowed     To drive up to the door, lest all      Should say that she was proud.     So three doors off the chaise was stayed,      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 folk 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 reached 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 down stairs,      "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      Equipped from top to toe,     His long red cloak, well brushed 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 galled 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 grasped 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 naught;      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 screamed,      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 shattered 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 seemed 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 Edmonton, his loving wife      From the bal-cony spied     Her tender husband, wondering much      To see how he did ride.     "Stop, stop, John Gilpin!--here's the house!"      They all at once did cry;     "The dinner waits, and we are tired."      Said Gilpin, "So am I!"     But yet his horse was not a whit      Inclined to tarry there;     For why?--his owner had a house      Full ten miles off, at Ware.     So like an arrow swift he flew,      Shot by an archer strong;     So did he fly--which brings me to      The middle of my song.     Away went Gilpin, out of breath,      And sore against his will,     Till at his friend the Calender's      His horse at last stood still.     The Calender, amazed to see      His neighbour in such trim,     Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate,      And thus accosted him:--     "What news? what news? your tidings tell:      Tell me you must and shall--     Say why bareheaded you are come,      Or why you come at all."     Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit,      And loved a timely joke;     And thus unto the Calender      In merry guise he spoke:     "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,      Each comely in its kind.     He held them up, and, in his turn,      Thus showed his ready wit,--     "My head is twice as big as yours;      They therefore needs must fit.     "But let me scrape the dirt away      That hangs upon your face;     And stop and eat, for well you may      Be in a hungry case."     Says John, "It is my wedding-day,      And all the world would stare,     If wife should dine at Edmonton,      And I should dine at Ware."     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      Did sing most loud and clear;     Whereat his horse did snort as he      Had heard a lion roar,     And galloped off with all his might,      As he had done before.     Away went Gilpin, and away      Went Gilpin's hat and wig;     He lost them sooner than at first,      For why?--they were too big.     Now Mistress Gilpin, when she saw      Her husband posting down     Into the country far away,      She pulled out half-a-crown.     And thus unto the youth she said,      That drove them to "The Bell,"     "This shall be yours when you bring back      My husband safe and well."     The youth did ride, and soon did meet      John coming back amain,     Whom in a trice he tried to stop      By catching at his rein;     But not performing what he meant,      And gladly would have done,     The frighted steed he frighted more,      And made him faster run.     Away went Gilpin, and away      Went postboy at his heels,     The postboy's horse right glad to miss      The lumbering of the wheels.     Six gentlemen upon the road      Thus seeing Gilpin fly,     With postboy scampering in the rear,      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      Did join in the pursuit.     And now the turnpike gates again      Flew open in short space,     The tollmen 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      He did again get down.     Now let us sing, "Long live the king,      And Gilpin, long live he;     And when he next doth ride abroad,      May I be there to see!"