Hints To Cheese Makers.

        All those who quality do prize
        Must study color, taste and size,
        And keep their dishes clean and sweet,
        And all things round their factories neat,
        For dairymen insist that these
        Are all important points in cheese.

        Grant has here a famous work
        Devoted to the cure of pork,
        For dairymen find it doth pay
        To fatten pigs upon the whey,
        For there is money raising grease
        As well as in the making cheese.

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.

James McIntyre

When To Sell Grain And Farm Produce.

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Eagle And Salmon.

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Ode On The Mammoth Cheese.

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The Useful Weed.

James McIntyre, Simple Poetry

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Dairy Odes.

        The sweet milkmaid of early days
        Her own household she ably sways,
        And her daughters now milk the cows,
        And her sons they now guide the plows.

        These pleasing changes on a farm
        Doth give to rural life a charm,
        Let occupation none upbraid,
        But honor plowman and milkmaid.

        For Burns with glory did endow
        And wove a garland round the plow,
        The source from which all wealth doth spring
        And happiness to all doth bring.

        Our muse it doth refuse to sing
        Of cheese made early in the spring,
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Fertile Lands And Mammoth Cheese.

        In barren district you may meet
        Small fertile spot doth grow fine wheat,
        There you may find the choicest fruits,
        And great, round, smooth and solid roots.

        But in conditions such as these
        You cannot make a mammoth cheese,
        Which will weigh eight thousand pounds,
        But where large fertile farms abounds.

        Big cheese is synonymous name,
        With fertile district of the Thame,
        Here dairy system's understood,
        And they are made both large and good.

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Oxford Cheese Ode.

        The ancient poets ne'er did dream
        That Canada was land of cream,
        They ne'er imagined it could flow
        In this cold land of ice and snow,
        Where everything did solid freeze,
        They ne'er hoped or looked for cheese.

        A few years since our Oxford farms
        Were nearly robbed of all their charms,
        O'er cropped the weary land grew poor
        And nearly barren as a moor,
        But now their owners live at ease
        Rejoicing in their crop of cheese.

        And since they justly treat the soil,
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Lines Read at a Parsonage Opening at the Village where Ranney had once flourished, 1883.

        Some do boast of their pedigrees,
        But Salford's parent of the cheese,
        Ranney, industrious and wise,
        Here started this great enterprise.

        He did work on the dairy plan,
        While Farrington was factoryman,
        Both of these men it well did please
        To hear of progress making cheese.

        The farmers are in cheerful mood,
        For harvest all it has been good,
        And all the grain was sown this spring
        An abundant yield will bring.

        And you can scarcely stow away
        The yield of barley, oats and hay,
        Such pasture it is seldom seen,
        E'en now it is so fresh and green.

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        While it insures yo...

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Father Ranney, The Cheese Pioneer.

This is our earliest cheese ode. The Ingersoll factory has been removed to Thamesford.

        When Father Ranney left the States,
        In Canada to try the fates,
        He settled down in Dereham,
        Then no dairyman lived near him;
        He was the first there to squeeze
        His cows' milk into good cheese,
        And at each Provincial show
        His famed cheese was all the go.

        Then long life to Father Ranney
        May he wealth and honour gain aye.

        He always took the first prize
        Both for quality and size,
        But many of his neighbors
        Now profit by his labors,
        And the ladies dress in silk
        From the proceeds of the milk,
        But those who buy their butter,

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Ensilage.

        The farmers now should all adorn
        A few fields with sweet southern corn,
        It is luscious, thick and tall,
        The beauty of the fields in fall.

        For it doth make best ensilage,
        For those in dairying engage,
        It makes the milk in streams to flow,
        Where dairymen have a good silo.

        The cow is a happy rover
        O'er the fields of blooming clover,
        Of it she is a fond lover,
        And it makes milk pails run over.

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