Would put it to the touch.
A church-bell clanging, scared his steed,
Pigs dashed betwixt its feet;
And on his own beloved North Road,
JOHN almost lost his seat.
On the North Road, his sometime friends,
Their sometime favourite spied,
Well-nigh dismounted, wondering much,
To see how he did ride.
"Ride straight, JOHN GILPIN—for the House!"