BLIND WILLY'S FLIGHT.

A whirlwind, of a serious kind, Did o'er Newcastle blow, sir, Which gen'ral consternation spread About a month ago, sir: It caught Blind Willy in the street, He mounted like a feather; His friends, alarm'd, cried out, Alas! Poor soul! he's gone for ever! Fal de ral, &c. But soon our Minstrel gay was seen, By thousands of the people, In rapid flight, swift as the kite Bound o'er Saint Nich'las' steeple; He pass'd the Shot Tower like a dart, Turn'd round by Askew's Key, sir, And down the Tyne he glided fine, And bolted off to sea, sir. Fal de ral, &c. 'Tis said that he to London got, But was forc'd back to Shields, sir, And up to Swalwell, quick as thought, Was carried o'er the fields, sir. Round Axwell Park our roving spark Was borne amidst the squall, sir, And swiftly passing Elswick House, Reach'd Cock-o-lorum Hall, Sir. Fal de ral, &c. Thus tempest-toss'd, to Blagdon cross'd, And hail'd fam'd Heaton's Star, sir— Then mounting high, did rapid fly As far as Prestwick Car, sir. Newcastle next he hover'd o'er, Quite calmly in the air, sir, And landing at the Mansion House, He din'd with Mr. Mayor, Sir. Fal de ral, &c.