On White Brothers

To us it is a pleasing sight,
To see so many here to night;
All listening with so much delight
Unto those worthy men of might
The charming songsters, Brothers White,

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A Crooked Looking Glass

Dangerous effects of seeing onesself in a crooked glass.

A maiden cried, ' Alas ! .
With horror I'll expire,
Unless you bring me
That true glass
I bought of McIntyre.'

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Poe

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
Imagination oft entrances.

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Nova Scotia

If you are sulky, Nova Scotia,
We'll gladly let you float away
From out our Confederation;
You sicken us with sily agitation.
If any more our patience you do tax
We'll let you go to Halifax.

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Lines of South Scotland

The South of Scotland did produce
Heroic Wallace and the Bruce,
And even time will never blot
The record of her Burns and Scott,
And Tannahil renowned Bard,
And that sweet songster Ettrick, shepherd.

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Finale

It is folly now to aim
Or to seek for distant fame,
But rest content if we can claim
Something of a local name
Oh the pleasant banks of Thame,
Because in simple strains we sung
The glories of this country young.

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Impromptu

On a young girl showing me a scar on her cheek where a stick of wood struck her.

In its own place 'tis very good
Always to have plenty of wood ;
But, striking fair maid, that is rude,
And puts me in an angry mood.

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Lines on Gunn

My dear friend Gunn,
May you prize won,
But to us hark
When you shoot mark,
High you must aim
And at right game,
And truth employ
Wrong to destroy.
Your friend the Bard
Hopes your reward
Will be furriore
For Courier.

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Questions and Answers

Are you a mason?
No ; I prefer To work at the trade of carpenter.
Are you then an Oddfellow ?
No ; I married Annabella.
Are you a Son of Temperance ?
No ; I am son of Joseph Vance.
Are you then a Forrester ?
No ; town life I prefer.

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Lines on Salford

Read at the opening of the New Parsonage.

Some do boast of their pedigrees,
But Salfords parent of the cheese;
Rennie, industrious and wise,
Here started this great enterprise ;
He did work on the dairy plan,
While Farrington was factoryman.

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