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Of Beachville, village of the pla… We now will sing a short refrain, For here the Thames doth pleasant… And charms to landscape doth besto… Though river here it is not deep,
Lines on our departed Canadian St… Joseph Howe, none higher stood th… Thou wert a man with lofty brow ; D’Arcey McGee, so brillant and f… From Green Isle you came, 'oer th…
The following appeared in Truth i… considerable length. We have conce… thereof into the few verses below.… Canadian North-West, during the t… Bay Company’s rule.
Come, listen, while we sound the l… To announce the fact, that Mclnty… Is back again to his old block, And he has got a splendid stock. He also hath a strong desire
Galt was manager of the Canada Co… Scottish Novelist, Dunlop was onc… journalist, but finally settled ne… Galt and Doctor Dunlop, witty, Located and did plan city
In summer time it doth seem good To seek the shade of the green woo… For it doth banish all our care When we gaze on scene so fair. And birds do here in branches sing
At the announcement that Britain… the Hungarian Patriot and orator,… England, that the British Lion wa… When the British Lion offered aid… Round many lips a sneer of serious…
Will you please to let me go, Ma, To McIntyre’s, to buy a Sofa.
At Forres is a large round stone, A relic of the days by gone; For here there were two witches bu… Underneath their ashes urned. A man with veneration small
From the long, continuous rains, O’erflowing were the swamps and dr… For each day had its heavy shower, Torrents fell for many an hour. At London, where two branches joi…
A tale we’ll tell of what hath bee… When maids and youths kept Hallow… It is a tale of old world lore What happened in the days of yore, When fairies danced upon the green
Lines on the naming of Victoria P… 1881. The ceremony was performed b… Esq., Mayor of the town. Come one, come all, to Scottish g… On the banks of Canadian Thames ;
Westward it winds past each town, Growing broader as it flows down. Onward it glides, never weary, Meandering so soft and cheery. The sunbeams on the waters glance,
Lines on Rannie, the cheese pione… Rannie began with just two cows, Which he in winter fed on brouse And now he hath got mighty herds, Numerous as flock of birds ;
Cows suffered in the days of old For want of water and from cold, Now of good water they have fill For it is pumped by the windmill. No matter how well cows were fed