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He soon replied, I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done.
I am a linendraper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender Will lend his horse to go.
Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, That's well said, And for that wine is dear, We will be furnish'd with our own, Which is both bright and clear.
John Gilpin kiss'd his loving wife, O'erjoy'd was he to find, That, though on pleasure she was bent, She had a frugal mind.
The morning came, the chaise was brought But yet was not allow'd To drive up to the door, lest all Should say that she was proud.
So three doors off the chaise was stay'd, Where they did all get in; Six precious souls, and all agog To dash through thick and thin.
Smack went the whip, round went the wheels, Were never folks so glad; The stones did rattle underneath, As if Cheapside were mad.
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