BETTY.
I’m calling to mind, what a gipsy once told,
Who came in the crowd the crow’s nest to behold;
“These crows are wise creatures—Trade here will improve,
As sure as the winds can that weather-cock move!”
Derry down, &c.
NEDDY.
Then Gateshead is lucky, I vow and declare,
Behold, my dear Betty! where now the crows are;
Near Battle Bank foot, their snug nests you may find,