Whilst bards, in strains that sweetly flow, Extol each nymph so fair, Be mine my Nanny’s worth to show-- Her captivating air. What swain can gaze without delight On beauty there so fine? The Graces all their charms unite In Nanny of the Tyne. Far from the noise of giddy courts The lovely charmer dwells; Her cot the haunt of harmless sports, In virtue she excells. With modesty, good nature join’d, To form the nymph divine; And truth, with innocence combin’d, In Nanny of the Tyne. Flow on, smooth stream, in murmurs sweet Glide gently past her cot; ’Tis peace and virtue’s calm retreat,-- Ye great ones envied not. And you, ye fair, whom folly leads Through all her paths supine, Tho’ drest in pleasure’s garb, exceeds Not Nanny of the Tyne. Can art to nature e’er compare, Or win us to believe But that the frippery of the fair Were made but to deceive. Strip from the belle the dress so gay, Which fashion calls divine, Will she such loveliness display As Nanny of the Tyne? THE BLUE BELL OF GATESHEAD. _By W.B. of Gateshead._ Oh! where, and oh where does your bonny lassie dwell? Oh! where, and oh where does your bonny lassie dwell? She lives in canny Gateshead, at the sign of the Blue Bell: And it’s oh! in my heart, but I love my lassie well. And what’s best compar’d to the mind of your true love? And what’s best compar’d to the mind of your true love? The meekness of a lamb, and th’ innocence of the dove; These are the true emblems of the mind of her I love. In what, and in what does your bonny lass excell? In what, and in what does your bonny lass excell? She’s modest as the daisy, sweet as the heather-bell; And it’s oh! in my heart, I love my lassie well. And what wad ye dee to please the maid you love? And what wad ye dee to please the maid you love? I’d be a saikless wanderer, and through the wide world rov Till death clos’d my eyes--to please the maid I love. THE NEWCASTLE SIGNS. _Written by Mr CECIL PITT, and sung at the Theatre-Royal, Newcastle, by Mr SCRIVEN, June 4, 1806._ Should the French in Newcastle but dare to appear, At each sign they would meet with indifferent cheer; From the Goat, and the Hawk, from the Bell, and the Waggon, And Dog they would skip, as St George made the Dragon. The Billet, the Highlander, Cross Keys, and Sun, The Eagle, and Ships too, would shew ’em some fun; The Three Kings and Unicorn, Bull’s Head, and Horse, Would prove that the farther they went they’d fare worse. At the Black House, a _strong-Arm_ would lay ev’ry man on, And they’d quickly go off, if they got in the Cannon; The Nelson and Turk’s Head their fears would increase, And they’d run from the Swan like a parcel of geese.