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But let me scrape the dirt away
That hangs upon your face;

And stop and eat, for well you may
Be in a hungry cafe.

Said John-It is my wedding-day,
And all the world would stare
If wife fhould dine at Edmonton,
And I fhould dine at Ware!

So, turning to his horfe, he faid-
I am in haste to dine;

'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.

Ah, luckless speech, and bootlefs boast!
For which he paid full dear;
For, while he spake, a braying afs
Did fing moft loud and clear;

Whereat his horfe did fnort, as he
Had heard a lion roar,

And gallop'd off with all his might,
As he had done before.

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Away went Gilpin, and away
Went Gilpin's hat and wig!
He loft them fooner than at first—
For why?-they were too big!

Now, Mrs Gilpin, when the faw
Her husband pofting down
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 fhall be yours when you bring back
My husband fafe and well.

The youth did ride, and foon did meet

John coming back amain; Whom in a trice he tried to stop, By catching at his rein;

But, not performig what he meant,
And gladly would have done,

The frighted fteed he frighted more,
And made him faster run.

Away went Gilpin, and away

Went poft-boy at his heels!

The poft-boy's horfe right glad to mifs The lumb'ring of the wheels.

Six gentlemen upon the road,
Thus feeing Gilpin fly,

With poft-boy fcamp'ring in the rear,
They rais'd the hue aud cry :—

Stop thief! ftop thief!—a highwayman!
Not one of them was mute;
And all and each that pafs'd that way
Did join in the purfuit.

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And fo 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 fing-Long live the king, And Gilpin, long live he;

And, when he next doth ride abroad, May I be there to fee!

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Pale Death, with equal foot strikes wide the door
Of royal Halls and hovels of the Poor.

HORACE.

WHILE thirteen moons faw fmoothly run
The Nen's barge-laden wave,

All thefe, Life's rambling journey done,
Have found their home, the Grave.

Was Man, (frail always) made more frail
Than in foregoing years?

Did Famine or did Plague prevail,

That fo much death appears?

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