After him who did mills own This place was called in honor Ti… Bright gleaming like a morning sta… Is clear waters of the Otter, And it doth form here a vast pond

In homely apparel one Clothes farming songs, Will Carle… But they have a manly ring, And we his praises hearty sing.

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.

An English youth to Canada came, A labourer, John Roe by name; His little wealth had made him bol… Twenty sovereigns in gold, He was industrious and wise,

Of Ingersoll we’re justly proud, Though o’er it hath hung a cloud; It was heavy, dark, profound, Weighing o’er ten thousand pound. But now the clouds do disappear,

Lines written when the Prince of… was about embarking for Canada, M… In his long voyage o’er the sea, To where doth grow the maple tree, May he be blest with pleasant gale…

Written at the time of the disaste… ’Twas on a pleasant eve in May. Just as the sun shed its last ray, The bell it rang, citizens to warn… For lo! a fire appears in barn.

Having received a letter from a ge… and glorying in its superiority to… You glory in your type writer, And its virtues you rehearse, But we prefer the old inditer–

When this country it was woody, Its great champion, Mrs. Moody, She showed she had both pluck and… In her work, roughing in the bush. For there all alone she will dwell…

His mother from celestial bower, In the self same day and hour Of her death, or Heavenly birth, Gazed again upon the earth– And saw her gentle, loving boy,

We have the Murray and McKay From the country of Lord Rae ; * McKenzie too from many a loch, From Dingwall, Fain, and old Dor… *Lord Rae, chief of the clan McK…

On a young girl showing me a scar… In its own place ’tis very good Always to have plenty of wood ; But, striking fair maid, that is r… And puts me in an angry mood.

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 ta…

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

A poor man’s horse it ran away, Soon man upon the roadside lay, With his leg all badly broken, Of sympathy some gave token. One said your trouble grieves my h…