#CanadianWriters
Mr. Hope Macniven, of Ingersoll,… younger days, during the first qua… century, of seeing and hearing man… men in Britain. He heard Doctor… he saw on the stage those eminent…
Once, while digging ‘neath the sno… ’Mid Canadian winter, lo! To our joy and surprise, We saw some violets in full bloom, Gazing at us with loving eyes,
Who was expected to attend a Banq… in London nearly thirty years ago.… were asking for Brother Abel. When we went down to London in mi… A brother looked at me as though…
Gazing on rapid’s mighty sea, Struggling fiercely to be free, But drawn downward in its course By gravitation’s wonderous force, O’er those perpendicular walls,
Lines read at a banquet at the We… where the brotherhood of Odd-Fell… Lodge, were entertained. St. Catharines [sic], famed for m… And for the beauty of her daughter…
We now do sing a new theme, It is prodigious power of steam ; And our little fast steam horse, How he works with mighty force. Instead of hay and oats, we thrust
Lines on a civic holiday trip on t… to Toronto, August, 1882. Address… conductor of Caledonian games at… From Ingersoll, on Canadian Tham… We come to greet mine host of the…
Like fruit that’s large and ripe a… Sweet and luscious is Longfellow, Melodious songs he oft did pour, And high was his Excelsior. He shows us in his psalm of life
Well tell a tale, it shall be brie… It is of rise of Maple Leaf, From noble Olive Branch it sprung… And its good deeds shall yet be su… This Encampment, though in its yo…
The South of Scotland did produce Heroic Wallace and the Bruce, And even time will never blot The record of her Burns and Scott… And Tannahil renowned Bard,
Our ancient customs to renew, We meet to honour St. Andrew, He was of the Jewish nation; A fisherman by occupation. No warlike knight with lance and s…
Will you please to let me go, Ma, To McIntyre’s, to buy a Sofa.
We have had the pleasure of hearin… from the city of London. We comme… Do you unto this world belong, To cheer us merrily with song? Are you mortal like ourselves,
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 Caledonian games, May, 1… On grassy amphitheater Spectators sit, to view the war ‘Mong bold contestants on the plai… Where each doth strive the prize t…