Oxford Cheese Ode
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,
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,
My friends, we sing Canadian themes,
For in them we proudly glory;
Her lakes, her rivers and her streams,
Worthy of renown in story
In presenting this delicate, dainty morsel to the imagination of the people,
I believed that it could be realized
I viewed the machine that turned and raised the mamoth cheese, and saw the powerful machine invented by James Ireland at th...
Cows suffered in the days of
For want of water and from cold,
Now of good water they have
For it is pumped by the windmill