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,
        Are well rewarded for their toil,
        The land enriched by goodly cows
        Yields plenty now to fill their mows,
        Both wheat and barley, oats and peas,
        But still their greatest boast is cheese.

        And you must careful fill your mows
        With good provender for your cows,
        And in the winter keep them warm,
        Protect them safe all time from harm,
        For cows do dearly love their ease,
        Which doth insure best grade of cheese.

        To us it is a glorious theme
        To sing of milk and curds and cream,
        Were it collected it could float
        On its bosom, small steam boat,
        Cows numerous as swarm of bees
        Are milked in Oxford to make cheese.

        To prove the wealth that here abounds,
        One cheese weighed eight thousand pounds,
        Had it been hung in air at noon
        Folks would have thought it was the moon,
        It sailed with triumph o'er the seas,
        'Twas hailed with welcome, queen of 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.

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Fight With A Bear In The Northwest.

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Ode On The Mammoth Cheese.

Weight over seven thousand pounds.

        We have seen thee, queen of cheese,
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        Gently fanned by evening breeze,
        Thy fair form no flies dare seize.

        All gaily dressed soon you'll go
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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
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        Then long life to Father Ranney
        May he wealth and honour gain aye.

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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
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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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Lines Read At A Dairymen's Supper.

        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,
        In India fine wheat doth grow,
        And price of labor is so cheap
        That it they can successful reap.

        Then let the farmers justly prize
        The cows for land they fertilize,
        And let us all with songs and glees
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