The Vale Of Thames.

        In vale of Thames oft' times are seen
        The cattle graze 'mong sweetest green,
        Or there contented with their fate
        The gentle cows do ruminate.

        And enjoy a double pleasure
        In re-chewing hidden treasure,
        The cow is a kindly creature,
        Kind and pleasant in each feature.

        About her is a homely charm,
        And her the dog should not alarm,
        But let all safe guard her from harm,
        The gentlest creature on the farm.

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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        For it is pumped by the windmill.

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The Milkmaid

Under a daisied bank
There stands a rich red ruminating cow,
And hard against her flank
A cotton-hooded milkmaid bends her brow.

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Upheaves and falls; the milk purrs in the pail;
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The maid breathes words - to vent,
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        This is a tale, but it is truth,
        Of maiden lady named Ruth,
        She owned a small four acre farm,
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        This maiden she was past her youth,
        But none e're fell in love with Ruth,
        Though you must not infer from thence
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The Cow.

("Devant la blanche ferme.")

[XV., May, 1837.]


Before the farm where, o'er the porch, festoon
Wild creepers red, and gaffer sits at noon,
Whilst strutting fowl display their varied crests,
And the old watchdog slumberously rests,
They half-attentive to the clarion of their king,
Resplendent in the sunshine op'ning wing -
There stood a cow, with neck-bell jingling light,
Superb, enormous, dappled red and white -
Soft, gentle, patient as a hind unto its young,
Letting the children swarm until they hung
Around her, under - rustics with their teeth
Whiter than marble their ripe lips beneath,
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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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Alnaschar And The Oxen

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Here I cast aside the burden that each weary week-day brings
And, delivered from the shadows I pursue,
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At the gate beside the river where the trouty shallows brawl,
I know the pride that Lobengula felt,
When he bade the bars be lowered of the Royal Cattle Kraal,
And fifteen miles of oxen took the veldt.
From the walls of Bulawayo in unbroken file they came
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