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’Twas long before the
customers
Were suited to
their mind,
When Betty screaming came
downstairs,
“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.
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But finding soon a smoother
road
Beneath his well-shod
feet,
The snorting beast began to
trot,
Which galled him
in his seat.
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“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
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.
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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.
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And now, as he went bowing
down
His reeking head
full low,
The bottles twain behind his
back
Were shattered
at a blow.