JOHN GIL PINS

JOURNEY TO EDMONTON,

As read repeatedly with the greatest Applause by
Mr. HENDERSON, at Free Mafon's Hall.

To the Tune of Chevy Chace."

OHN GILPIN was a citizen:

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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
Thefe 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,

My fifter and my fifter's child,

• Myself and children three,

Will fill the chaife-fo you must ride

On horfeback after we."

He foon reply'd' I do admire
Of womankind but one;

And you are fhe, my dearest dear,

• Therefore it shall be done.

I am a linen-draper bold,

As all the world does know;

* And my good friend, the callender, • Will lend his horse to go."

Quoth Mrs. Gilpin- That's well faid;

And, for that wine is dear,

We will be furnish'd with our own,

Which is fo bright and clear,

John

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 chaife was brought,

But yet was not allow'd

To drive up to the door, left all
Should fay that she was proud.

So three doors off the chaife was ftaid,
Where they did all get in,

Six precious fouls; and all agog

To dash through thick and thin.

Smack went the whip, round went the wheels,

Were never folks fo glad;

The ftones did rattle underneath,

As if Cheapfide were mad.

John

John Gilpin, at his horse's fide,

Seiz'd faft the flowing mane,

And up he got in hafte to ride,

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But foon came down again.

For faddle-tree fcarce reach'd had he,.
His journey to begin,

When, turning round his face,

Three cuftomers came in.

So down he came; for lofs of time,
Although it griev'd him fore,.

Yet lofs of pence, full well he knew,
Would grieve him ftill much more..

'Twas long before the customers Were fuited to their mind,

When Betty scream'd into his ears

The wine is left behind !"

• Good

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• Good lack!' quoth he; yet bring it me,
My leathern belt likewise,

< In which I bear my trusty fword

• When I do exercife.'

Now Mrs. Gilpin-careful foul!-
Had two ftone bottles found,
To hold the liquor which she lov'd,
And keep it fafe and found.

Each bottle had two curling ears,
Through which the belt he drew;

He hung one bottle on each fide,
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