The Crow’s account of Newcastle, on her return to that Town in January, 1812. ADDRESSED TO A BROTHER CROW. Some Years ago, while the band of musicians belonging to the Newcastle Armed Association were practising in one of the apartments of the Town’s Court, some person stole the Sheriff’s gown, which gave rise to the following verses:— ’Tis said that in the good old times One Orpheus liv’d, a man of rhymes, And famous on the lyre: Whene’er the poet sung, the trees Rush’d from the mountains to the seas, Or jumpt into the fire. But mark what wonders fill our land, When late th’ Association-band In this illustrious town, (For more than ancient fame renown’d) Display’d their magic pow’rs of sound, Off mov’d—the Sheriff’s gown!!! |