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And dind untax'd, untroubled, under
The portrait of our pious Founder!
When impositions were supplied
To light my pipe-or sooth my pride-
No cares were then for forward peas,
A yearly-longing wife to please;
My thoughts no christ'ning dinners cross'd,
No children cried for butter'd toast,
And every night I went to bed,
Without a modus in my head !'

Oh! trifling head, and fickle heart!
Chagrin'd at whatsoe'er thou art;
A dupe to follies yet untried,
And sick of pleasures, scarce enjoy'd !
Each prize possess'd, thy transport ceases,
And in pursuit alone it pleases.

T. Warton.




John Gilpin was a citizen

Of credit and renown,
A traivband 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.

• Tomorrow 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 ; 80 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 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,

But yet was not allow'd,
To drive up to the door, lest all

Should say that she was proud,

So three doors off the chaise was stay'd,
Where they did all get in;

, Six precious souls, and all agog

To dash through thick and thin.

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Smack went the whip, round went the wheels,

Were never folk so glad,
The stones did rattle underneath,

As if Cheapside were mad.

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John Gilpin at his horse's side

Seiz'd fast the flowing mane, And up he got, in haste to ride,

But soon came down again;

For saddletree scarce reach'd had be,

His journey to begin,
When turning ronnd his head, he saw

Three customers come in.

So down he came; for loss of time,

Although it griev'd him sore,
Yet loss of pence, full well he knew,

Would trouble him much more.

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'Twas long before the customers

Were suited to their mind,
When Betty screaming came down stairs,

• The wine is left behind !

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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 lov'd,

Avd keep it safe and sound.

Each bottle bad a cuning 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

Equipp'd from top to toe, His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat,

He manfully did throw.

Now see him mounted once again

Upon his nimble steed,
Fall 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 gall’d 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 grasp'd the mane with both his hands,

And eke with all bis might.



His herse, 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 nought;

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 screanı'd,

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.

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