In the year 1843 we were, though b… Cawdor Castle. Readers of Shakes… have often found Cawdor mentioned… of Cawdor is but a few miles from… we were there the old Highland peo…

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

My friends, we sing Canadian them… For in them we proudly glory; Her lakes, her rivers and her stre… Worthy of renown in story. And in these leaves we hope is str…

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

About a quarter of a century ago,… busy, thriving place, several frie… the port to attend a concert, we a… It was in the winter, and there ha… ice, in which the Port Burwell ho…

To dinner table all do march Through evergreen triumphal arch ; On top the Union Jack it floats On each side sheaves of wheat and… Great pumpkins and big ears of cor…

After chatting with each friend, We our way to the table wend ; On it we all do make a raid, And this we call a Ladies’ Aid. ’Tis pleasant way of taking tea,

Cows suffered in the days of old For want of water and from cold, Now of good water they have fill For it is pumped by the windmill. No matter how well cows were fed

Providential escape of Ruby and N… Ingersoll, little Neil McKay Mc… under a covered raceway, upwards o… being either covered over with roa… A wonderous tale we now do trace,

Meeting of Burns and Scott in Ed… When Burns did make triumphant en… ‘Mong Edina’s famous gentry, A discussion did there arise Among those solons, learned and wi…

Lines on the struggles of the earl… Canada hath wealthy yeoman Whose fathers overcame the foeman… The enemy they boldly slew Was mighty forest they did hew,

Written during the visit of delega… to negotiate for confederation. Hail Britannia’s noblest daughter… Who is surrounded by the water Of many a lake and broad sea,

An old man, who had charge of fiel… With pride he saw two birds did bu… A broad, capacious, warm nest ; Soon full of young with speckled b… And when the old man there did pas…

Moore found the ballads of Green… Were oft obscured beneath the soil As miner digging in a mine Finds rubbish 'mong the gold so fi… So Moore placed dross in the wast…

A great enchanter too is Poe, His bells do so harmonious flow ; Wondrous mystery of his raven On our minds is ere engraven ; His weird, mysterious romances