James McIntyre

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

James McIntyre Poems

121. Oddfellowship In Woodstock 5/4/2012
122. Oxford Cheese Makers Song 5/4/2012
123. Patriotic Ode 5/4/2012
124. On White Brothers 5/4/2012
125. Masonic 5/4/2012
126. Gordon Cumming - The Lion Hunter 5/4/2012
127. Canadian Thames 5/4/2012
128. People Will Talk 5/4/2012
129. Canada Our Home 5/4/2012
130. Campbells Block 5/4/2012
131. Canadian Sports And Games And Plays 5/4/2012
132. Canadian Rivers And Lake 5/4/2012
133. Abundant Harvest 5/4/2012
134. Caledonian Games 5/4/2012
135. A Christmas Tree 5/4/2012
136. Bryant 5/4/2012
137. Book Agent Story 5/4/2012
138. Byron 5/4/2012
139. A Concert-Impromptu 5/4/2012
140. A Romance Of Canada 5/4/2012
141. A Concert Invitation 5/4/2012
142. Brantford 5/4/2012
143. Burns And Scott 5/4/2012
144. A Crooked Looking Glass 5/4/2012
145. A Providential Escape 5/4/2012
146. A Civic Holiday Trip 5/4/2012
147. Brodie Castle 5/4/2012
148. A Bird's Nest 5/4/2012
149. Adventure On A Raft 5/4/2012
150. Agricultural, Implements And Machinery 5/4/2012
151. Lines Read At A Dairymen's Supper 1/3/2003
152. Lines Read At A Dairymaids' Social, 1887 1/3/2003
153. Ensilage 1/3/2003
154. Fertile Lands And Mammoth Cheese 1/3/2003
155. An Autograph 5/4/2012
156. English Poets: Shelley 1/3/2003
157. Prologue 1/3/2003
158. Hints To Cheese Makers 1/3/2003
159. Windmills And Stone Stables 1/3/2003
160. Father Ranney, The Cheese Pioneer 1/3/2003
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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