The young brood fairly fledg’d, we may fairly suppose, Half the world must have heard of our Newcastle CROWS? How their _daddy_, bold bird! from a rabble got free, And was fully determin’d a freeman to be! On the _vane_ of the steeple, upon the Exchange, Completed his nest, which beholders thought strange: His bright jetty _consort_ accomplish’d her part, Nor foes, nor foul weather could alter her heart. Their younglings, quite able to take distant flight, Were told, by their parents, “_Good manners are right_.” To their freedom admitted--they could do no less, Than approach their kind patrons, with humble ADDRESS; To thank them politely, without wanton joke, For, so learned in _swallow_, they must learn to _croak_.-- In a trice----as if ÆSOP himself had inspir’d, They began their address, whilst their hearers admir’d. “Ye wise men, and good men, of NEWCASTLE GUILD, Who suffer’d our father and mother to build---- High, upon the high pinnacle of your Exchange, And here see their offspring just ready to range; To range with sweet freedom, o’er land, and o’er seas, To eat and to drink, and to _croak_ as we please---- Accept our plain thanks, while the reasons we clear, Why some _Merlin_, or _Shipton_, hath sure sent us here. “One thousand seven hundred, eighty and three, For this town, a remarkable æra will be! All folks will _think_ right, from grave age to smart youth, Nor priests, nor disciples, _e’er_ wander from TRUTH; Your rulers be loyal to great George the third, Each rich man prove honest, and _just_ to his word: No _fair-trading_ merchant will _smuggle_, or cheat, No foul gorging glutton _waste_ poor people’s meat. “Your fine Sandhill _maidens_ be merry and wise, From their _crying_ of lemons, to _selling_ of pies; Your green, and rare fish-women, civil enough, Your milliners spruce, not so apt to take huff. Up the SIDE, you’ll hear compliments, happy and free, Where hot _puddings_, and _haggishes_, plenty shall be: The silver-smiths, coopers, and tinmen will join To sound the _reforms_ now produc’d on the TYNE. “Your Sandgate smart girls, the gay world will surprise, Grown _cleanly_, and decent, and _modest_, and wise; The keelmen, in _manners_, become quite polite, No _cursing_ at morn, nor _much_ drunk over night! _Refining_ in language, _improving_ in notes, Letter _R_ run far smoother, and _glib_ through their throats: Their Andrews, these sirnames, bear better degrees, Ralphs, Richardsons, Rogersons, uttered with ease. “No tailor will _cabbage_, no draper will _pinch_, No shoemaker _squeeze_ a full nail from an inch; No baker, or flourman, be short of his weight, No forestaller _breed_ low designs in his pate; No butcher, on _Bank_, keep prices too high, No hatter, no baker, deceive with a _lie_!---- But what will stand foremost in public parade, Newcastle shall furnish a _cheaper_ COAL TRADE!