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On the Flight of the young Crows, from Newcastle Exchange; with their Address to the Corporation.
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.