Oldal 282 [282]
276 MOTHER GOOSE$ NURSERY RHYMES.
“Stop, stop, John Gilpin!—Here’s the house!”
They all at once did cry;
“The dinner waits, and we are tired ;”
Said Gilpin—“So am I!"
But yet his horse was not a whit
. Inclined to tarry there;
For why ?—his owner had a house
Full ten miles off, at Ware.
So like an arrow swiit 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 :