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Our ancient customs to renew, We meet to honour St. Andrew, He was of the Jewish nation; A fisherman by occupation. No warlike knight with lance and s…
The following impromptu was delive… It was expected that several annou… causes they were not present. We w… vacencies. Doctor Gardiner delive… the great snow drifts during the r…
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.
During the summer of 1883 we were… potatoes in North Oxford, where w… pair of bipeds drilling their offs… down the other, so as to annihilat… vast armies, dressed in yellow gar…
It is folly now to aim Or to seek for distant fame, But rest content if we can claim Something of a local name Oh the pleasant banks of Thame,
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
The following response to ‘ Canad… at a banquet of the Caledonian So… In responding to the sentiment, ‘… perhaps it would be appropriate to… and distinguishing characteristics…
Like fruit that’s large and ripe a… Sweet and luscious is Longfellow,… Melodious songs he oft did pour, And high was his Excelsior. He shows us in his psalm of life
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
When the price of cheese was so lo… dairymen seriously thought of givi… of cheese and of selling their cow… lowing lines and distributed them… Price soon will rise, though now ’…
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…
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…
It almost now seems all in vain For to expect high price for grain… Wheat is grown on Egyptian soil On the banks of mighty Nile. And where the Ganges it doth flow…
Westward it winds past each town, Growing broader as it flows down. Onward it glides, never weary, Meandering so soft and cheery. The sunbeams on the waters glance,
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