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We fear to say, and yet we must, Dried apples once were full of dus… And you all know it is no joke. Saturate with tobacco smoke, And the hole where string did go t…
We were so deeply impressed with t… in a prose tale that we transposed… A buffalo, lord of the plain, With massive neck and mighty mane, While from his herd he slowly stra…
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,
Domestic cattle quiet will graze w… and in spots now covered o’er with… where white men never trod, cities… sites with busy trade, and million… lands to take possession of the gr…
Formerly of Ingersoll, now of the… When Wonham got orders To advance to the borders, His boys they were ready And fell in quite steady.
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
I laid me down one day in June; It was late—long after noon— A very sultry summer’s eve, Such times the senses oft deceive. The place was ‘neath a maple tree,
Worthy of either song or story Are the Shires found Frith of Mo… Here lies the valley of Strathspe… Famed for its music-lively, gay. Elgin cathedral’s 'prentice aisle
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…
A great enchanter too is Poe, His bells do so harmonious flow ; Wondrous mystery of his raven On our minds is ere engraven ; His weird, mysterious romances
To dinner table all do march Through evergreen triumphal arch ; On top the Union Jack it floats On each side sheaves of wheat and… Great pumpkins and big ears of cor…
Delivered at Masonic concert, Tha… Col. Moffat in the chair. The middle branch of Thames doth… O’er pebble bed, and it doth glow And sparkle like silver in the sun…
Of Kentucky’s great hunter bold, Old Daniel Boon, oft tales are to… Of wild beasts he had no fear, But dangers loved, that pioneer. Canada hath hunters many,
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
Will you please to let me go, Ma, To McIntyre’s, to buy a Sofa.