NEDDY.
Does not my fair Betty know perfectly well,
No birds in prognostics black crows can excell?
No sooner their nests on the Sandhill were shewn,
Than public improvements came rapidly on.
Derry down, &c.
BETTY.
O yes I remember, from Close when they flew,
What crowds of spectators their nests came to view;
When pitched so nicely on top of the vane,