|
|
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 Mrs. 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 be,
|
|
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 called 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 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 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,
|
|
Until 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 balcony 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.’
|
|
|
|
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 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 again:
|
|
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 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
|
|
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!
|
|
|
|