Apple-Pie And Cheese
Full many a sinful notion Conceived of foreign
Has come across the ocean To harm this land of ours;
And heresies called fashions Have modesty effaced,
And baleful, morbid passions Corrupt our native taste
Full many a sinful notion Conceived of foreign
Has come across the ocean To harm this land of ours;
And heresies called fashions Have modesty effaced,
And baleful, morbid passions Corrupt our native taste
We have seen the Queen of cheese, Laying quietly at your ease, Gently fanned by evening breeze — Thy fair form no flies dare seize
All gaily dressed soon you'll go To the great Provincial Show, To be admired by many a beau In the city of Toro...
When Father Ranney left the States,
In Canada to try the fates,
He settled down in Dereham,
Then no dairyman lived near him;
Addressed to Jonathan Wingle,
Esq
All those who quality do
Must study color, taste and
In barren district you may
Small fertile spot doth grow fine wheat,
There you may find the choicest fruits,
And great, round, smooth and solid roots
The ancient poets ne'er did
That Canada was land of cream,
They ne'er imagined it could
In this cold land of ice and snow,