Of our Laureate we now do sing– His youthful muse had daring wing, He then despised Baronhood, And sang ’twas noble to be good. None sang like him of knights of o…

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

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…

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

Some thirty years ago, in conversa… captain who had visited or voyaged… globe, he was denouncing fiercely… costermonger times. He said there… town library which was a tissue of…

A Scottish - Canadian tale. By the side of moss Lived young Donald Ross, Among the heathery hills And the mountain rills,

When the great Bulwer’s pen did t… The history of the coming race His hero to us he hath unfurled The glories of his new found world… This bold traveller be did venture

O’er various counties of the north… When cruel order did go forth For to destroy many a home So that the wild deer free might r… The men of Sutherland and Ross

McCready the great Irish Tragedi… was the finest in America. Thorold is famous for its mills, And the grand view from off its hi… A view so charming and extended,

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…

A TRUE TALE. ‘Can such things be and overcome u… without our special wonder, ’-SH… In a grocery store in Ingersoll o… snake wriggling in a glass jar. We…

It hath been a source of considera… teachers afterwards became Profess… large, black, lustrous eyes. He wa… name is referred to by Hugh Milla… died at Aberdeen in 1883.

Addressed to Jonathan Wingle, Es… In summer time we roam o’er dingle… But winter draws us round the ingl… Why do you remain thus single, When love would make two hearts ti…

Cows suffered in the days of old For want of water and from cold, Now of good water they have fill For it is pumped by the windmill. No matter how well cows were fed

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,