James McIntyre

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

James McIntyre Poems

41. Port Stanley 5/4/2012
42. Port Burwell 5/4/2012
43. Poetry 5/4/2012
44. Poe 5/4/2012
45. People Will Talk 5/4/2012
46. Patriotic Ode 5/4/2012
47. Oxford Cheese Ode 1/3/2003
48. Oxford Cheese Makers Song 5/4/2012
49. Our Firemen 5/4/2012
50. Opening Ode 5/4/2012
51. On White Brothers 5/4/2012
52. On Doctor Gardener 5/4/2012
53. Oliver Goldsmith 5/4/2012
54. Ode On The Mammoth Cheese 1/3/2003
55. Oddfellowship In Woodstock 5/4/2012
56. Oddfellowship In Ingersoll 5/4/2012
57. O For A Lodge 5/4/2012
58. Nuptial Ode On Canada 5/4/2012
59. Nova Scotia 1/3/2003
60. Musings On The North West 5/4/2012
61. Mrs. Moody 1/3/2003
62. Millar 5/4/2012
63. Masonic 5/4/2012
64. Lowell 5/4/2012
65. Lorne And Louise 5/4/2012
66. Longfellow 5/4/2012
67. London West 5/4/2012
68. London Children 5/4/2012
69. Little Lake 5/4/2012
70. Lineson Thorold 5/4/2012
71. Lines Read At A Dairymen's Supper 1/3/2003
72. Lines Read At A Dairymaids' Social, 1887 1/3/2003
73. Lines On Woodstock 5/4/2012
74. Lines On Tilsonburg 5/4/2012
75. Lines On The North Of Scotland 5/4/2012
76. Lines On The Credit Valley Trip 5/4/2012
77. Lines On Thamesford 5/4/2012
78. Lines On T.D. Mcgee 5/4/2012
79. Lines On Stratford 5/4/2012
80. Lines On Salford 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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Mrs. Moody

When this country it was woody,
Its great champion, Mrs. Moody,
She showed she had both pluck and push,
In her work, roughing in the bush.

For there all alone she will dwell,
At time McKenzie did rebel,
Outbreak her husband strove to quell --
Her own grand struggles she doth tell.

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