And in a moment had him tore——
Had he not clapt his wings and fled,
And taken refuge on th’ Exchange;
And from its top he bow’d his head,
And spoke the crowds that round him range:—
“Mortals, attend with reverend awe,
Mark well my words, Newcastle people,
I’ll do what yet you never saw,
I build my nest upon this steeple.
“From this most happy omen, know