The Sun.
London, England, 1821-09-05 00:00:00

PotTitY,

THE KNIGHTSBRIDGE FRAY; OR, NEW
.tOHNNY GILPIN.

Great * * * * * * was a Citizen
Of CREDIT and renown,
And eke an Alderman was he
Of famous London Towii.

Him subtile Watson thus atldrest,
" Though trying I have been
" Full many a year to raise the storms
" No serious storm we've seen.

" To-morrow is the funeral clay,
" TO Hammersmith we'll hie,
" And all the raff of London Town
" Shall bear us company.

" Honey ana Francis in due form
" Shall there interred be,
" And you, most worthy Sir, shall ride
" On horseback after WE."

Great * * * " " • * * said, " I do approve,
" No man save only one,
" And that's myself, I choose to go,
'$ " Therefore it shall be done.

T am a Linen-draper bold,
" AS all the world doth know,
" I'll make a SHIFT to sit a horse,
" if fast he does not go.

" But with my POSSE COMITAT
" I'll peacefully appear,
" And show my wisdom and my wit,
" Which is so bright and clear.
" 'Tis dangerous to join in storms,
" And all the world shall find,
" That though I love the rabble rout,
" I have a prudent -

The morning came—the folks set out,
A vast and motley crowd ;
Great on his charger got,
He fearful felt, though proud.

Bricklayers and carpenters march'd on,
But Radicals join'd in ;
A precious group, and all agog
To dash through thick and thin.

Now, see our Hero mounted high
Upon his noble steed,
Full slowly pacing o'er the stones
With caution and good heed.

I pass o'er all the funeral rites,
The dead I can't upbraid ;
I sigh to think upon the farce
Their hapless relics played.
The row at Knightsbridge is my theme,
Where * *** • * * tried in vain,
To check by gentle speech the mob
That wanted curb and rein.

The men did swear, the stones were thrown
High o'er the barrack wall ;
While every soul cried out, well done,
As loud as he could bawl.

Now • •' " • • • • sent his messages,
And bid each Captain stout,
Keep fast lock'd up lus valiant men,
Nor let one soldier out.
lic bid the lads of Waterloo

In durance vile to be ;
" Or else," says he, " I do foresee,
The people vexed will be."
Now a tall Trumpeter, whose blast
Had scared the French full well,
Was close surrounded by the mob,
Who sent forth many a yell.

His comrades, who his danger saw,
Now sealed the barrack wall,
To save their friend, and soon they made
The yelling crowd sing small.

But who, with tranquil mien,
Had view'd the raging crowd,
Now, when he saw it put to rout,
Exclaim'd with anger loud.

And on the footway turn'd his horse,
And charged with valiant might ;
And nearly lost his life, lIE SAID-
I think 'twas only Fltlox•r.
But plunging quick his panting steed—
To save himself, he said,

,
He with a YARD the MEASURE took
Of his assailant's head.

lie fancied then a dread carbine
Was leveird at his breast ;
I wis he wished himself at home,
Locked in a LINEN-CHEST.

And. all through merry Knightsbridge-road
These gambols he did play,
But did not very well succeed
• In silencing the fray.

'Tis-said that as he rode about
In linen draper trim,
A merry wag look'd slily up,
And thus accosted him.

" When will this mighty uproar cease ?
" Tell me you
.must and shall—
" 'Where is your posst COMITAT,
" And why you come at all

" Take my advice, and mind your shop,
" At home in quiet stay.;
" Nor ever more on horseback ride,
" Or meddle in a fray.

" The mob no more your voice obey,
" It plainly does appear,
" Than if they heard a braying ass
" To sing both loud and clear."

Now would have answered him,
To shew his ready wit;
But had no repartee at hand,
Wherewith his foe to hit.

Then CONANT came alert and brisk,
And quieted the fray ;
To him in strictest right belong
The glories of that day.
Now let us sing long live the KING,
And "*** * * long live he ;
And when he next cloth ride abroad,
:Hay Ibe there to see. VA R lA.

AlortaL.
Now shopkeepers to rove inclin'd,
Strive not a mob, to drill,
But stay at home, and duly mind
The counter and the till.