Westward it winds past each town, Growing broader as it flows down. Onward it glides, never weary, Meandering so soft and cheery. The sunbeams on the waters glance,

The South of Scotland did produce Heroic Wallace and the Bruce, And even time will never blot The record of her Burns and Scott… And Tannahil renowned Bard,

To night the children meet with gl… To view the fruits on Christmas T… And when its beauties we behold We’re very sorry we are old. The children all they have good ca…

When the price of cheese was so lo… dairymen seriously thought of givi… of cheese and of selling their cow… lowing lines and distributed them… Price soon will rise, though now ’…

At the announcement that Britain… the Hungarian Patriot and orator,… England, that the British Lion wa… When the British Lion offered aid… Round many lips a sneer of serious…

With pleasure we would love to dwe… On the charming themes of Lowell.

Where the young lady waiters we… Throughout the world they do extol The fame of our town Ingersoll, The capital of dairyland, To-night it seems like fairy land,

We have had the pleasure of hearin… from the city of London. We comme… Do you unto this world belong, To cheer us merrily with song? Are you mortal like ourselves,

We have here a sight as fair As bonnie Doon or banks of Ayr. Like modest worth, meandering slow… The quiet waters gently flow. Rose, Thistle, Shamrock, all comb…

Our friend, Mr. Romley, He told the tale homley, And yet full of fun, How the Rabbits did run, In numbers a score,

I laid me down one day in June; It was late—long after noon— A very sultry summer’s eve, Such times the senses oft deceive. The place was ‘neath a maple tree,

DeArcy. McGee, All compliment thee, The hope of the land, On your lecture so grand. Though that is your fort,

Dangerous effects of seeing onesse… A maiden cried, ' Alas! . With horror I’ll expire, Unless you bring me That true glass

On Ganges banks roams the tiger, And lion rules by the Niger, Hunder heard shrill cry of peacock… In Indian jungles go in flocks. And he saw tiger crouch and spring…

Like fruit that’s large and ripe a… Sweet and luscious is Longfellow, Melodious songs he oft did pour, And high was his Excelsior. He shows us in his psalm of life