James McIntyre

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

James McIntyre Poems

81. Lines On Ingersoll 5/4/2012
82. Lines On London 5/4/2012
83. Lines On Methodist Union 5/4/2012
84. Lines On Mt. Elgin 5/4/2012
85. Lines On Niagaras [sic] Charms And Death 5/4/2012
86. Lines On Norwich 5/4/2012
87. Lines On Removal 5/4/2012
88. Lines On Salford 5/4/2012
89. Lines On Stratford 5/4/2012
90. Lines On T.D. Mcgee 5/4/2012
91. Lines On Thamesford 5/4/2012
92. Lines On The Credit Valley Trip 5/4/2012
93. Lines On The North Of Scotland 5/4/2012
94. Lines On Tilsonburg 5/4/2012
95. Lines On Woodstock 5/4/2012
96. Lines Read At A Dairymaids' Social, 1887 1/3/2003
97. Lines Read At A Dairymen's Supper 1/3/2003
98. Lineson Thorold 5/4/2012
99. Little Lake 5/4/2012
100. London Children 5/4/2012
101. London West 5/4/2012
102. Longfellow 5/4/2012
103. Lorne And Louise 5/4/2012
104. Lowell 5/4/2012
105. Masonic 5/4/2012
106. Millar 5/4/2012
107. Mrs. Moody 1/3/2003
108. Musings On The North West 5/4/2012
109. Nova Scotia 1/3/2003
110. Nuptial Ode On Canada 5/4/2012
111. O For A Lodge 5/4/2012
112. Oddfellowship In Ingersoll 5/4/2012
113. Oddfellowship In Woodstock 5/4/2012
114. Ode On The Mammoth Cheese 1/3/2003
115. Oliver Goldsmith 5/4/2012
116. On Doctor Gardener 5/4/2012
117. On White Brothers 5/4/2012
118. Opening Ode 5/4/2012
119. Our Firemen 5/4/2012
120. Oxford Cheese Makers Song 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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Ensilage

The farmers now should all adorn
A few fields with sweet southern corn,
It is luscious, thick and tall,
The beauty of the fields in fall.

For it doth make best ensilage,
For those in dairying engage
It makes the milk in streams to flow,
Where dairymen have a good silo.

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