St. Andrew.

Read at Anniversary.


        Our ancient custom to renew,
        We meet to honor St. Andrew,
        He was of the Jewish nation,
        A fisherman by occupation;
        No warlike knight with lance and sword
        But humbly following his Lord;
        And Scotia she justly claims
        Her soil contains his last remains,
        In early times the Pilgrims drew
        Into the shrine of St. Andrew,
        For miracles it gained renown,
        And thence sprang up St. Andrew's town;
        Now clansmen twine round maple leaf,
        When rallying at the call of chief,
        And time will come when we'll be one,
        And proud of name Canadian,
        But Scotia must not be forgot
        For sake of Chalmers, Burns and Scott,
        But here upon Canadian soil
        A man may own where he doth toil,
        For here each may enjoy the charm
        Of owning fine prairie farm.

Entwining of the thistle around the maple tree, Scotia's sons have indented their names deep in Canadian history. The names of McDonald, McKenzie, Cameron and Mowat stand conspicuous, and Brown second to none. For wealth, enterprise and benevolence those Montreal Scotsmen stand high, Sir Donald A. Smith, Sir George Stephens and Duncan McIntyre.

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

Lines Sent To Alexander Mclaughlan, Amaranth Station, With A Copy Of My Poems

James McIntyre, Simple Poetry

Fight With A Bear In The Northwest.

James McIntyre, Simple Poetry

Province Of Ontario.

James McIntyre, Simple Poetry

Lines Read At A Dairymen's Supper.

James McIntyre, Simple Poetry

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St. Andrew's Day - A Toast.

    Wha cares if skies be dull and gray?
    Wha heeds November weather?
    Let ilka Scot be glad to-day
    The whole wide warl' thegither.

    We're a' a prood and stubborn lot,
    And clannish - sae fowk name us -
    Ay, but with sic guid cause none ought
    Tae judge us, or tae blame us,

    For joys that are we'll pledge to-day
    A land baith fair and glowing -
    Here's tae the hames o' Canada,
    Wi' luve and peace o'erflowing!

    For joys that were, for auld lang syne,
    For tender chords that bind us,
    A toast - your hand, auld friend, in mine -
    "The land we left behind us!"

    Ho, lowlanders! Ho, hielandmen!
    We'll toast her a' thegither,
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Lines Read At St. Andrew's Anniversary, 1868.

        Scotia's sons to-night we meet thee,
        With kindly feelings we do greet thee,
        In honor of the land of heather,
        Around this board to-night we gather.

        Land where the fields for border edges,
        Have garlands of blooming hedges,
        Land of the whin and of the broom
        And where the bonnie blue bells bloom.

        Land where you may enraptured hark
        To heavenly song of the skylark,
        Which soars triumphant in the skies
        Above the gaze of human eyes.

        Land of bleak hills and fertile dales,
        Where they tell oft their fairy tales,
        Land where the folks do love the kirk
        And on the Sabbath cease from work.

        Land of porridge and of brose,...

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North-West Rebellion, 1885.

        Hail Canada our young fair land,
        The world's respect it doth command;
        How quick her sons at war's alarms
        Sprang to her rescue with their arms.

        In Canada the English rose,
        The shamrock and the thistle grows,
        United garland they combine
        Around the maple tree to twine.

        They did march a brave gallant host
        From the far East Atlantic coast,
        Our Canada so proud and free,
        Four thousand miles from sea to sea.

        Though skilful rebels did entrench,
        But their deadly fires our boys did quench,
        And victory it soon was won
        By our General Middleton.

        And Colonel Williams left a name
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Canada's Resources.

        Small Scotland nobly held its own
        Against the might of England's throne,
        And shall this land with its vast bounds
        Shrink with fear ere the trumpet sounds.

        While British blood doth course each vein,
        Proudly this heritage maintain,
        With fertile acres by the billions,
        Future homes for two hundred millions.

        Each son could have a fertile farm,
        Brave men who ne'er will feel alarm,
        And they have both the nerve and skill
        To work land with a right good will.

        And she has got within her shores
        Renowned mines of many ores,
        While her furnaces and forges
        Iron in useful shape disgorges.

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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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Departed Statesmen.

With a glance at Sir John A. Macdonald and Blake, the two living leaders, 1884.

        Joseph Howe, none higher stood than thou,
        Thou wert a man with lofty brow;
        D'Arcy McGee, so brilliant and free,
        From green isle you came o'er the sea.

        George Cartier to the French ever dear,
        So high you stood without a peer;
        John Sandfield for long you did build
        Power under economy's shield.

        George Brown, thou man of renown,
        Confederation you did crown;
        You now are all free from the strife
        The wrangle and jangle of political life.

        But if a glance at this world you take
        You will there see John A. and Blake,
        But Sir John the greatest power doth wi...

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