Embro.

        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 roam;
        The men of Sutherland and Ross,
        The broad Atlantic they did cross,
        Each seeking for a fertile farm,
        These rolling lands for them had charm;
        They ne'er desired again to roam,
        Each happy in his woodland home,
        Where middle branch of Thames doth flow
        They built the village of Embro,
        And it the hill tops now doth crown
        Like its grand namesake Edina Town,
        And good flour mills you here do find
        And oats also they here do grind.

James McIntyre

James McIntyre was a Canadian poet, most notable for his poetry concerning cheese, cheese-making, dairying, and dairy products. Often referred to as 'The Cheese Poet,' McIntyre's work is celebrated for its earnestness and unintentional humor, making him both a beloved and an infamous figure in literary circles. He emigrated from Scotland to Canada in 1851 and settled in Ingersoll, Ontario, where he became a successful businessman and community leader.

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Lines Read At A Scottish Anniversary At Embro.

        Scotsmen have wandered far and wide
        From Moray Frith to Frith of Clyde,
        McDonald from his sea girt isle,
        And Campbell from his broad Argyle.

        But chiefly here you have come forth
        From those counties of the north,
        Some oft have trod Dunrobins halls
        And gazed upon its stately walls.

        Here to night in this array
        Is Murray, McKenzie and McKay,
        And there doth around us stand
        The Munroe, Ross and Sutherland.

        Your young men have high honor earned
        In all of the professions learned,
        Your bonnie lasses sung in song,
        And youths are famed for muscle strong.

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The Shires On The Moray Frith.

        Worthy of either song or story
        Are the shires round frith of Moray,
        Here lies the valley of Strathspey,
        Famed for its music, lively, gay,
        Elgin cathedral's 'prentice aisle
        Is glory of that ruined pile.
        What modern chisel now could trace
        Fine sculpture of that ancient place,
        And Forres famed for Sweno's stane
        In honor of that kingly Dane,
        'Graved with warriors runes and rhymes,
        Long prior to historic times,
        For a thousand years its been forgot
        Who was victor Dane or Scot,
        It is the country of McBeth
        Where good King Duncan met his death,
        And barren heath that place of fear
        Stood witches cauldron of Shakespeare,

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Tilsonburg.

        After him who did the mills own,
        This place was called in honor Tilson;
        Bright gleaming like to a beaming star,
        Is clear waters of the Otter.

        And it doth form here a vast pond,
        Which extends for miles beyond,
        A fortune on town it will shower,
        This prodigious water power.

        No other spots to youth appear,
        Like lovely little lakes round here,
        And few small towns have fine roadway
        Lined with brick blocks like your broadway.

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Life In The Woods.

(Life of the early settlers.)


        Canada hath wealthy yeomen
        Whose fathers overcome the foemen,
        The enemy they boldly slew
        Was mighty forests they did hew,
        And where they burned heaps of slain
        Their sons now reap the golden grain,
        But in the region of Northwest
        With prairie farms they are blest.
        Though this to them it may seem good
        Yet many blessings come from wood,
        It shelters you from the fierce storm
        And in the winter keeps you warm,
        For one who hath his forest trees
        He builds his house and barn with ease,
        And how quick he gets from thence
        Timber for bridge and for his fence.

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Highland Sketches.

        The Romans, Saxons and the Danes
        Did oft o'er run the Scottish plains.
        So daring were those mauraders
        And skilful too were invaders.

        The lowland man enjoyed his farm,
        But oft he was in great alarm,
        When Highlanders o'er plain would sweep
        And drive to hills his steers and sheep.

        For highlandmen were taught in song
        The lowlands to them did belong,
        Each highland chief he ruled like king
        And Bards they did his praises sing,

        In war the chief he led the van,
        Marching to battle with his clan,
        And when the foe attacked their chief
        The clansmen rushed to his relief.

        When they King William's forces mass
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Donald Ross.

        By the side of a moss
        Lived young Donald Ross,
        Among the heathery hills
        And the mountain rills,
        In a snug little cot
        Content with his lot
        He never knew sorrow
        With his wife and wee Flora.

        But an order went forth
        O'er the land of the north,
        To burn many a home
        So the wild deer might roam,
        With grief he then did toss
        Every night Donald Ross,
        And sad seemed the morrow
        For his wife and sma' Flora.

        O it was a cruel deed
        But nobles do not heed
        The sorrows of the poor
        Drove on a barren moor,
        Where he wove a wreath
        Of the blooming heath,
        For to c...

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