Montreal Gazette, 1 November 1869, page 2.

Patriotic Song

The following is one of the many poems called forth by the prize offered by the Caledonian Society, and though the bard was not successful, we have no doubt he would like to be “known to fame” and therefore it is presented to the
public.—

Fine country, fertile, flourishing,
Full of fruit and vegetables nourishing!
When Fenian foes were vanquished quite,
And ran away with all their might,
Who would not fight for such a land,
As long as he’d a leg to stand?
It’s lakes are deep, its streams are wide,
And girt by trees on every side.
In climage it’s not very much to boast,
For in winter you freeze and in summer you roast,
But in stream or lake, in heat or cold,
It’s a better country than the old,
And I’d rather on whisky and pork live here,
Than in England on beef and table beer!
It’s people are rather a motley crew,
But to the old Flag they’ll ever be true;
The cowards who write for annexation.
Shall be kicked o’er the bounds of this loyal nation,
And the Yankees who think to be masters here,
Will find they have got the wrong sow by the ear;
Then all unite with heart and hand
To keep for ourselves this mighty land,
And in honour and in truth, in fame and renown
To preserve this brightest jewel in the British Crown!

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