Where the young lady waiters were dressed as dairymaids.
Throughout the world they do
The fame of our town Ingersoll,
The capital of dairyland,
To-night it seems like fairy land,
The youth and beauty here arrayed,
So sweet and neat each dairymaid.
And worthy of a poet's theme,
Sweet and smooth flows milk and cream,
For song or glee what is
In this land of cheese and butter,
But no young man should be
To court a pretty dairymaid.
And far abroad he should not
But find a charmer here at home,
Find some one now your heart to chear,
Thus celebrate the jubilee year,
Remember long this ladies'
And each bewitching dairymaid.
