#Canadians
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…
We look in vain for our past grand… Now scattered over many lands ; For some o’er the wide world doth… And some have joined Grand Lodge… But ever since Father Adam’s fall
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 presenting Dr. Springer… was bidding farewell to Ingersoll,… to California. Though we know we are no singer, Yet we will chaunt farewell to Sp…
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…
With pleasure we would love to dwe… On the charming themes of Lowell.
England hath given us the names To adorn Canadian Thames, And charms to them she hath lent, In Oxford, Middlesex and Kent. She Essex kisseth in her mouth,
At London, Thames is a broad stre… Which was the scene of a sad theme… A fragile steamer there did play O’ercrowded on a Queen’s Birthday… While all on board was bright and…
Our friend, Mr. Romley, He told the tale homley, And yet full of fun, How the Rabbits did run, In numbers a score,
We fancy the lustre of the old tow… on the new. English Woodstock was… English Woodstock had a Palace Where the Queen in jealous malice Slew romance’s fairest flower,
Addressed to Jonathan Wingle,… All those who quality do prize Must study color, taste and size And keep their dishes clean and sw… And all things round their factori…
We love cold water as it flows fro… Which nature hath brewed alone in… In the wild woods and in the rocky… Where man hath not been but the de… And away across the sea in far dis…
The following appeared in Truth i… considerable length. We have conce… thereof into the few verses below.… Canadian North-West, during the t… Bay Company’s rule.
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,
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,