John Gilpin was a
Of credit and renown,
A train-band captain eke was
Of famous London town.
John Gilpin’s spouse said to her dear:"Though wedded we have
These twice ten tedious years, yet
No holiday have seen.""To-morrow is our wedding-day,
And we will then
Unto the Bell at
All in a chaise and pair.""My sister, and my sister’s child,
Myself, and children three,
Will fill the chaise; so you must
On horseback after we."He soon replied, "I do
Of womankind but one,
And you are she, my dearest dear,
Therefore it shall be done.""I am a linendraper bold,
As all the world doth know,
And my good friend the
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
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
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
Seized fast the flowing mane,
And up he got, in haste to ride,
But soon came down again;
For saddletree scarce reach’d had he,
His journey to begin,
When, turning round his head, he
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
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
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
Equipp’d from top to toe,
His long red cloak, well brush’d and neat,
He manfully did throw.
Now see him mounted once
Upon his nimble steed,
Full slowly pacing o’er the stones,
With caution and good heed.
But finding soon a smoother
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
Who cannot sit upright,
He grasp’d the mane with both his hands,
And eke with all his might.
His horse, who never in that
Had handled been before,
What thing upon his back had
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
The bottles he had slung;
A bottle swinging at each side,
As hath been said or sung.
The dogs did bark, the children scream’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
Their gates wide open threw.
And now, as he went bowing
His reeking head full low,
The bottles twain behind his
Were shatter’d 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 seem’d to carry weight,
With leathern girdle braced;
For all might see the
Still dangling at his waist.
Thus all through merry
These gambols he did play,
Until he came unto the
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
From the balcony
Her tender husband, wondering
To see how he did ride."Stop, stop,
John Gilpin! &mdash:
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
Inclined to tarry there;
For why? — his owner had a
Full ten miles off, at Ware.
So like arrow swift he flew,
Shot by an archer strong?
So did he fly – which brings me
The middle of my song.
Away went Gilpin out of breath,
And sore against his will,
Till at his friend the
His horse at last stood still.
The Calend’rer, amazed to
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 bare-headed you are come,
Or why you come at all?”Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit,
And loved a timely joke!
And thus unto the
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 Calendrer, right glad to find His friend in merry pin,
Return’d him not a single word,
But to the house went in;
Whence straight he came with hat and wig;
A wig that flow’d behind,
A hat not much the worse for wear,
Each comely in its kind.
He held them up, and in his
Thus show’d his ready wit:“My head is twice as big as yours,
They therefore needs must fit.”“But let me scrape the dirt
That hangs upon your face;
And stop and eat, for well you
Be in a hungry case.”Said 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
Did sing most loud and clear;
Whereat his horse did snort, as
Had heard a lion roar,
And gallop’d off with all his might,
As he had done before.
Away went Gilpin, and
Went Gilpin’s hat and wig:
He lost them sooner than at first,
For why?—they were too big.
Now mistress Gilpin, when she
Her husband posting
Into the country far away,
She pull’d out half-a-crown;
And thus unto the youth she said,
That drove them to the Bell,“This shall be yours, when you bring
My husband safe and well.”The youth did ride, and soon did
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
Went postboy at his heels,
The postboy’s horse right glad to
The lumbering of the wheels.
Six gentlemen upon the
Thus seeing Gilpin fly,
With postboy scampering in the rear,
They raised the hue and cry: &mdash:“Stop thief! stop thief! &mdash:a highwayman!”Not one of them was mute;
And all and each that pass’d that way Did join in the pursuit.
And now the turnpike gates
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 stopp’d 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!
Ytrain-band captain: A Train-band was a citizen's militia in London.
A trained band!
Bell at Edmonton:
A well known coaching Inna chaise and pair:
A carriage drawn by two horseslinendraper: a retail dealer in yard
Calendrer:
A person who smooths or "calenders"
Cheapside:
A London
When I do exercise:
This refers to drilling the troops (train-band) rather than to physical exercisecurling ear: a loop on the neck of the container as a handleeke with all his might:
In this context eke means to grasp with
Running such a rig:
In this context rig is the old English word for a trick or
Turnpike:
A road upon which a toll must be
His reeking head: reeking usually means to smoke or give off vapour and so probably refers to his hair streaming back like smoke in the -a-crown:
An old British coin worth £0.125amain:
An archaic term meaning at great speedhue and cry:
An alarm
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