James McIntyre

[The Cheese Poet] (25 May 1828 – 31 March 1906 / Forres, Scotland)

James McIntyre Poems

41. Episcopal Harvest Home 5/4/2012
42. Facts About Cheese 5/4/2012
43. Fairy Tale 5/4/2012
44. Father Ranney, The Cheese Pioneer 1/3/2003
45. Female Revenge 5/4/2012
46. Fertile Lands And Mammoth Cheese 1/3/2003
47. Fight Of A Buffalo With Wolves 5/4/2012
48. Fight With A Bear 5/4/2012
49. Finale 5/4/2012
50. Galt And Dunlop 5/4/2012
51. George Menzies Poems 5/4/2012
52. Gordon Cumming - The Lion Hunter 5/4/2012
53. Gratification 5/4/2012
54. Harvest Home Festivals 5/4/2012
55. Hints To Cheese Makers 1/3/2003
56. Holmes 5/4/2012
57. Hope For Ingersoll 5/4/2012
58. Hope Macniven 5/4/2012
59. Impromptu 5/4/2012
60. In Memoriam 5/4/2012
61. Indian Mutiniy 5/4/2012
62. Irish Poets: Oliver Goldsmith 1/3/2003
63. Ladies Aid 5/4/2012
64. Lament Of The Maple Tree 5/4/2012
65. Let Her Go 5/4/2012
66. Life In The Woods 5/4/2012
67. Lines 5/4/2012
68. Lines Of South Scotland 5/4/2012
69. Lines Of Violets 5/4/2012
70. Lines On A Canadian Hunter 5/4/2012
71. Lines On A Fountain 5/4/2012
72. Lines On A Type Writer 5/4/2012
73. Lines On A.B 5/4/2012
74. Lines On Beachville 5/4/2012
75. Lines On Col. Wonham 5/4/2012
76. Lines On Corner Stone 5/4/2012
77. Lines On Embro And Zorra 5/4/2012
78. Lines On Gunn 5/4/2012
79. Lines On Ingersoll 5/4/2012
80. Lines On London 5/4/2012
Best Poem of James McIntyre

Oxford Cheese Ode

The ancient poets ne'er did dream
That Canada was land of cream,
They ne'er imagined it could flow
In this cold land of ice and snow,
Where everything did solid freeze,
They ne'er hoped or looked for cheese.

A few years since our Oxford farms
Were nearly robbed of all their charms,
O'er cropped the weary land grew poor
And nearly barren as a moor,
But now the owners live at ease
Rejoicing in their crop of cheese.

And since they justly treat the soil,
Are well rewarded for their toil,
The land enriched by goodly cows,
Yie'ds plenty now to ...

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Oxford Cheese Ode

The ancient poets ne'er did dream
That Canada was land of cream,
They ne'er imagined it could flow
In this cold land of ice and snow,
Where everything did solid freeze,
They ne'er hoped or looked for cheese.

A few years since our Oxford farms
Were nearly robbed of all their charms,

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