Six gentlemen upon the road, Thus feeing Gilpin fly, With post-boy fcamp'ring in the rear, Stop thief! ftop thief!-a highwayman! Not one of them was mute; And all and each that pafs'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.. |