If wife should dine at Edmonton, So turning to his horse, he said, 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine. Ah, luckless speech, and bootless boast Whereat his horse did snort, as he And gallop'd off with all his might, Away went Gilpin, and away Now mistress Gilpin, when she saw Into the country far away, She pull'd out half a crown; And thus unto the youth she said, This shall be yours, when you bring back The youth did ride, and soon did meet But not performing what he meant, Away went Gilpin, and away The postboy's horse right glad to miss Six gentlemen upon the road, With postboy scamp'ring in the rear, Stop thief! stop thief!-a highwaymar And now the turnpike gates again That Gilpin rode a race. And so he did, and won it too, For he got first to town; Nor stopp'd till where he did get up He did again get down. Now let us sing, long live the king, And Gilpin long live he; And when he next doth ride abroad, May I be there to nes! ON A SPANIEL, CALLED BEAU, KILLING A YOUNG BIRD [July 15, 1793.] A SPANIEL, Beau, that fares like you, But you have kill'd a tiny bird, Nor did you kill that you might eat, For him, though chas'd with furious heat Nor was he of the thievish sort, ON A SPANIEL, CALLED BEAU. My dog! what remedy remains, BEAU'S REPLY. SIR, when I flew to seize the bird You cried-forbear-but in my breast Yet much as nature I respect, And when your linnet on a day, Well knowing him a sacred thing, I only kiss'd his ruffled wing, And lick'd the feathers smooth. 223 |