And thus unto the youth she said

That drove them to the Bell, This shall 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 performing what he meant,
And gladly would have done,

The frighted steed he frighted more,

And made him faster run.

Away went Gilpin, and away

Went poft-boy at his heels, The post-boy's horse right glad to miss The lumb'ring of the wheels.

Six Gentlemen upon the road

Thus feeing Gilpin fly,

With post-boy scamp'ring in the rear,

They rais'd the hue and cry:

Stop thief, stop thief-a highwayman!

Not one of them was mute,

And all and each that pass'd that way Did join in the pursuit.

And now the turnpike gates again
Flew open in short space,
The toll-men thinking as before
That Gilpin rode a race.

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.

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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 fee!

FINIS.

13 On the Promotion of 30 The Shrubbery

Lord Thurlow