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Good luck!' quoth he-' yet bring it me,
: My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword
When I do exercise.'
Now Mrs. Gilpin, careful soul !
Had two stone bottles found, To hold the liquor that she loved,
And keep it safe and sound. Fach bottle had a carling ear,
Through which the belt he drew; And hung a bottle on each side,
To make his balance true.
Now see him mounted once again
Upon his nimble steed,
With caution and good heed.
But finding soon a smoother road
Beneath its well-shod feet,
Which galled him in his seat.
"So ! fair and softly!" John he cried,
But John he cried in vain;
In spite of carb and rein.
Who cannot sit upright,
And eke with all his might.
His horse, who never in that sort
Had handled been before,
Did wonder more and more.
Away went Gilpin, neck or nought,
Away went hat and wig;
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:
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,
Were shattered at a blow.
Down ran the wine into the road,
Most piteous to be seen,
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.
At Edmonton, his loving wife
From balcony espied
To see how he did ride.
Stop, stop, John Gilpin ! here's the house,"
They all at once aid cry; “The dinner waits, and we are tired :"
Said Gilpin—" so am I.”
Away went Gilpin, out of breath,
And sore against his will,
The horse at last stood still.
The calender, amazed to see
His neighbour in such trim,
And thus accosted him :
“What news ? what news ? your tidings tell,
Tell me you must and shallSay why bareheaded you are come,
Or why you come at all ?"
And, if I well forbode,
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.
“But let me scrape the dirt away
That hangs upon your face;
Be in a hungry case.'
Said John, “It is my wedding-day,
And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmontou,
And I should dine at Ware."
Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast!
For which he paid full dear,
Did sing most loud and clear;
Whereat his horse did snort, as he
Had heard a lion roar;
As he had done before.
Away went Gilpin, and away
Went Gilpin's hat and wig:
For why? they were too big.
Thus seeing Gilpin fly,
They raised the hue and cry.
Not one of them was mute:
Did join in the pursuit.
Flew open in short space;
That Gilpin rode a race.
For he got first to town;
He did again get down.
And Gilpin, long live he;"
HOME AND CLASS WORK. Learn the spellings at the beginning of the poem, and
write out sentences containing these words.