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Poor laborers, they did sad bewail… When the machine displaced the fla… Theres little work, now, with the… Since cultivators weed the rows. Labor it became more fickle
The farmers now should all adorn A few fields with sweet southern c… It is luscious, thick and tall, The beauty of the fields in fall. For it doth make best ensilage,
My friends, we sing Canadian them… For in them we proudly glory; Her lakes, her rivers and her stre… Worthy of renown in story. And in these leaves we hope is str…
Goldsmith wrote Deserted Village, Now again reduced to tillage; Once happiest village of the plain… Place now you look for it in vain; There but one man he doth make ric…
On Ganges banks roams the tiger, And lion rules by the Niger, Hunder heard shrill cry of peacock… In Indian jungles go in flocks. And he saw tiger crouch and spring…
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,
The following was composed and rea… Parsonage, Salford, in the fall,… The farmers are in cheerful mood, For harvest all it hath been good; And all the grain was sown this sp…
Lines on the naming of Victoria P… 1881. The ceremony was performed b… Esq., Mayor of the town. Come one, come all, to Scottish g… On the banks of Canadian Thames ;
We have scarcely time to tell thee Of the strange and gifted Shelley… Kind hearted man, but ill-fated, So youthful drowned and cremated.
On the laying of the corner stone… Queenston Heights, and the final… who had fallen at the battle of Qu… The remains of his Aid, Col. McD… ited under the new tower.
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…
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…
Our Canadian County Perth Commemorates great bard of earth ; Stratford and Avon both are here, And they enshrine the name Shakes… For here in Stratford every ward
At Forres is a large round stone, A relic of the days by gone; For here there were two witches bu… Underneath their ashes urned. A man with veneration small
My dear friend Gunn, May you prize won, But to us hark When you shoot mark, High you must aim