This is the Maiden all forlorn, That milked the Cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the Dog, That worried the Cat, That killed the Rat, That ate the Malt, That lay in the House that Jack built.
This is the Man all tattered and torn, That kissed the Maiden all forlorn, That milked the Cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the Dog, That worried the Cat, That killed the Rat, That ate the Malt, That lay in the House that Jack built.
This is the Priest all shaven and shorn, That married the Man all tattered and torn, That kissed the Maiden all forlorn, That milked the Cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the Dog, That worried the Cat, That killed the Rat, That ate the Malt, That lay in the House that Jack built.
This is the Cock that crowed in the morn, That waked the Priest all shaven and shorn, That married the Man all tattered and torn, That kissed the Maiden all forlorn, That milked the Cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the Dog, That worried the Cat, That killed the Rat, That ate the Malt, That lay in the House that Jack built.
This is the Farmer who sowed the corn, That fed the Cock that crowed in the morn, That waked the Priest all shaven and shorn, That married the Man all tattered and torn, That kissed the Maiden all forlorn, That milked the Cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the Dog, That worried the Cat, That killed the Rat, That ate the Malt, That lay in the House that Jack built.
[Illustration: The Diverting History of JOHN GILPIN
_Showing how he went farther than he intended, and came safe home again._
John Gilpin was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he, Of famous London town.
John Gilpin’s spouse said to her dear, “Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen.
“To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the ‘Bell’ at Edmonton, All in a chaise and pair.
“My sister, and my sister’s child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise; so you must ride On horseback after we.”
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.”