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Windmills And Stone Stables

Windmills And Stone Stables

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

They suffered cold in their board shed,

But good stone walls now them enfold,

And they are warm and safe from cold.

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Prologue

Prologue

My friends, we sing Canadian themes,

For in them we proudly glory;

Her lakes, her rivers and her streams,

Worthy of renown in story.

And in these leaves we hope is strewn

Some wheat among the chaff

And maple boughs, by rude axe hewn

Where one may find a rustic staff

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Nova Scotia

Nova Scotia

If you are sulky, Nova Scotia,

We'll gladly let you float away

From out our Confederation;

You sicken us with sily agitation.

If any more our patience you do tax

We'll let you go to Halifax.

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Mrs Moody

Mrs Moody

When this country it was woody,

Its great champion, Mrs. Moody,

She showed she had both pluck and push,

In her work, roughing in the bush.

For there all alone she will dwell,

At time McKenzie did rebel,

Outbreak her husband strove to quell —

Her own grand struggles she doth tell.

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Lines Read at a Dairymaids' Social, 1887

Lines Read at a Dairymaids' Social, 1887

Where the young lady waiters were dressed as dairymaids.

Throughout the world they do extol

The fame of our town Ingersoll,

The capital of dairyland,

To-night it seems like fairy land,

The youth and beauty here arrayed,

So sweet and neat each dairymaid.

And worthy of a poet's theme,

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Oxford Cheese Ode

Oxford Cheese Ode

The ancient poets ne'er did dream

That Canada was land of cream,

They ne'er imagined it could flow

In this cold land of ice and snow,

Where everything did solid freeze,

They ne'er hoped or looked for cheese.

A few years since our Oxford farms

Were nearly robbed of all their charms,

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Father Ranney, the Cheese Pioneer

Father Ranney, the Cheese Pioneer

When Father Ranney left the States,

In Canada to try the fates,

He settled down in Dereham,

Then no dairyman lived near him;

He was the first there to squeeze

His cow's milk into good cheese,

And at each Provincial show

His famed cheese was all the go.

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Dairy Ode

Dairy Ode

Our muse it doth refuse to sing

Of cheese made early in the spring,

When cows give milk from spring fodder

You cannot make a good cheddar.

The quality is often vile

Of cheese that is made in April,

Therefore we think for that reason

You should make later in the season.

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Hints to Cheese Makers

Hints to Cheese Makers

Addressed to Jonathan Wingle, Esq.

All those who quality do prize

Must study color, taste and size

And keep their dishes clean and sweet,

And all things round their factories neat,

For dairymen insist that these

Are all important points in cheese.

Grant has here a famous work

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Lines Read at a Dairymen's Supper

Lines Read at a Dairymen's Supper

It almost now seems all in vain

For to expect high price for grain,

Wheat is grown on Egyptian soil

On the banks of mighty Nile.

And where the Ganges it doth flow,

In India fine wheat doth grow,

And the price of labor is so cheap

That it they can successful reap.

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Ensilage

Ensilage

The farmers now should all adorn

A few fields with sweet southern corn,

It is luscious, thick and tall,

The beauty of the fields in fall.

For it doth make best ensilage,

For those in dairying engage

It makes the milk in streams to flow,

Where dairymen have a good silo.

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English Poets: Shelley

English Poets: Shelley

We have scarcely time to tell thee

Of the strange and gifted Shelley,

Kind hearted man, but ill-fated,

So youthful drowned and cremated.

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