At the York, and the Cumberland, Cornwallis too, With our fighting Cocks, sure they’d find plenty to do; The Nag’s Head, and Lions, would cut such an evil, And the Angel would drive the whole crew to the devil. At the World, and the Fountain, the Bridge, Crown and Thistle, The Bee-Hive and Tuns, for a drop they might whistle; With our Prince, or our Crown, should they dare interpose, They’d prick their French fingers well under the Rose. At the Half-Moon, the Wheat-Sheaf, and Old Barley-Mow, A sup’s to be got,--if they could but tell how; If they call’d at the Bull and the Tyger, to ravage, As well as the Black Boy, they’d find ’em quite savage. At the Ark, and the Anchor, Pack Horse, and Blue Posts, And the Newmarket Inn, they would find but rough hosts; The Old Star and Garter, Cock, Anchor, and more, Would prove like the Grapes, all most cursedly sour. The Lion and Lamb, Plough, and Old Robin Hood, With the Crane House, would check these delighters in blood; From the Butcher’s Arms quick they’d be running away, And we all know that Shakespear would shew ’em some play. At the White Hart, Three Bull’s Heads, the Old Dog and Duck, If they did not get thrash’d they’d escape by good luck; At the Bird in the Bush, Metter’s Arms, Peacock, they’d fast, And our King’s and Queen’s Heads we’ll defend till the last. May the sign of the King ever meet with respect, And our great Constitution each Britain protect; And may he who would humble our old British Crown, Be hung on a Sign-post till I take him down. THE NEWCASTLE BELLMAN. _As sung by MR NOBLE, at the Theatre Royal, in 1803._ Talk no more of brave Nelson, or gallant Sir Sidney, ’Tis granted they’re Tars of a true British kidney; And people are curious, such heroes to see, But neither, are half so much follow’d as Me; O when, ding dong, ding dong, my Bell goes, Carts, Barrows, are stopt at the sound; Each news-loving Porter, straight makes a fill pause, And wonder-struck, shews the full stretch of his Jaws, When sonorous I publish all round.---- _FIRST CALL._ LOST! on Saturday Evening last, between Love Lane and the Long Stairs; a _Tarrier Dog_, entirely White, with two Brown Ears and a Black Spot upon his Tail, and answers to the Name of _Shak’em_; the Dog was last seen at the Entrance of the Close: and has got an ugly Trick of shaking his Right Ear and Tail as he walks;--is considered to be rather deaf, as he does not always answer to the first call----Whosoever will bring him to me shall be handsomely rewarded: and any detaining him after this Notice, will be prosecuted according to Law.----