Smack went the whip, round went the wheels, Were never folk so glad, The stones did rattle underneath, As if Cheapside were mad. John Gilpin at his horse's side For saddletree scarce reached had he, When, turning round his head, he saw So down he came; for loss of time, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, 'Twas long before the customers Were suited to their mind, When Betty screaming came downstairs, "The wine is left behind!” "Good lack!" quoth he, "yet bring it me In which I bear my trusty sword Now Mistress Gilpin (careful soul!) To hold the liquor that she loved, Each bottle had a curling ear, And hung a bottle on each side To make his balance true. |