James McIntyre

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

James McIntyre Poems

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