Our muse it doth refuse to sing Of cheese made early in the spring… When cows give milk from spring fo… You cannot make a good cheddar. The quality is often vile

When Father Ranney left the Stat… In Canada to try the fates, He settled down in Dereham, Then no dairyman lived near him. He was the first there to squeeze

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,

‘O for a Lodge in some vast wilde… A man cryed out in his distress, For he was tired and sick of life, And weary of this worldly strife, And longed for to be far away

A plain building was removed to a… few weeks it was transformed into… building in town. As westward we of late did rove We beheld in the maple grove

Written during the last excitement… Rejoice, rejoice, we all do stand, United in one mighty band ; No traitors in our land we find, All one in heart all one in mind,

It hath been a source of considera… teachers afterwards became Profess… large, black, lustrous eyes. He wa… name is referred to by Hugh Milla… died at Aberdeen in 1883.

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

We have here a sight as fair As bonnie Doon or banks of Ayr. Like modest worth, meandering slow… The quiet waters gently flow. Rose, Thistle, Shamrock, all comb…

Meeting of Burns and Scott in Ed… When Burns did make triumphant en… ‘Mong Edina’s famous gentry, A discussion did there arise Among those solons, learned and wi…

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…

Lines on presenting Dr. Springer… was bidding farewell to Ingersoll,… to California. Though we know we are no singer, Yet we will chaunt farewell to Sp…

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

Of our Laureate we now do sing– His youthful muse had daring wing, He then despised Baronhood, And sang ’twas noble to be good. None sang like him of knights of o…

Burns sang of joys of Hallowe’en, But in Canada is oft seen By far more jolly times than these… At logging raising, paring bees, For here the youth is not afraid