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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 aloud did cry; 'The dinner waits, and we are tired;' Said Gilpin, 'So am I!' But yet his horse was not a whit Inclin'd 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 bare-headed 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, Return'd 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 show'd his ready wit; 'My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. But let me scrape the dust 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 gallop'd off with all his might, As he had done before. Away went Gil
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