“Another prodigy comes next, (When my nest shall be builded here,) Parsons shall live up to their text; And keelmen then shall dread to swear. “Fish-women, too, shall then forget To call their neighbours whores and bitches; But what is most surprising yet-- Your Al---- shall ALL be WITCHES.” [7] In the year 1783, a pair of crows built their nest upon the vane of the Exchange, and continued many years to rear their young. [8] Alluding to the Peace of 1783, after the American War. [9] Alluding to a dreadful earthquake in Italy, which happened shortly before the publication of this, by which 270 cities and towns were destroyed, and 200,000 people perished. [10] Lord George Gordon, who at this time was very popular. [11] Alluding to two persons in Newcastle, noted for their political principles. _The following Song was published in December, 1791 as from One of the Rooks which then built their Nest on the Vane of the Exchange, and addressed to the good People of_ BUR-_CASTLE_. Rough roll’d the roaring river’s stream, And rapid ran the rain, When Robert Rutter dreamt a dream, Which rack’d his heart with pain: He dreamt there was a raging bear Rush’d from the rugged rocks; And strutting round with horrid stare, Breath’d terror to the Brocks[12]. But Robert Rutter drew his sword, And rushing forward right, The horrid creature’s thrapple gor’d, And barr’d his rueful spite: Then stretching forth his brawny arm, To drag him to the stream, He grappled grizzle, rough and warm, Which rouz’d him from his dream. [12] Badgers. SONS OF THE TYNE.--1805. Attend to my summons, ye _British_ Electors, ’Tis freedom announces your instant support, No longer your confidence place in Protectors, Who pillage your Rights, and of Laws make a sport; _Britannia_ demands your hearts and your hands, Away to assist her, the cause is divine. Come, see Freedom and Liberty Nobly exerting the Sons of the _Tyne_. ’Twas Liberty gave us our Commerce and Treasure, She taught us to cultivate Science and Mirth, To patronize Learning and true social pleasure, To lighten the heart, and give Jollity birth, Come, come _Britons_ all, ’tis Liberty’s call, Away with all speed to her sacred shrine. Come, see Freedom and Liberty Nobly exerting the Sons of the _Tyne_. With Freedom all Nations we hold in defiance, The Glory of _Britain_ o’er Earth she has hurl’d, And Monarchs despotic, now court our alliance, The terror of States, and the pride of the World. Long, long on our Isle, may Liberty smile, And bless us with _Brunswick’s_ illustrious Line. Come, see Freedom and Liberty Nobly exerting the Sons of the _Tyne_.