James McIntyre Poems
- Ode On The Mammoth Cheese We have seen the Queen of cheese, ...
- Oxford Cheese Ode The ancient poets ne'er did dream That ...
- American Poets: Longfellow Like fruit that's large and ripe ...
- Prophecy Of A Ten Ton Cheese In presenting this delicate, ...
- Dairy Ode Our muse it doth refuse to sing Of cheese made ...
- Irish Poets: Oliver Goldsmith Goldsmith wrote Deserted ...
- Nova Scotia If you are sulky, Nova Scotia, We'll gladly let...
James McIntyre (baptised 25 May 1828 – 31 March 1906), called The Cheese Poet, was a Canadian poet.
McIntyre was born in Forres, Scotland and came to Canada in 1841 at the age of 14. He worked as a hired hand to begin with, performing pioneer chores that formed the basis of a number of his works. Later, he settled in St. Catharines, Ontario, where he dealt in furniture. There he married and had a daughter and son. He later moved to Ingersoll, Ontario, then a town of 5,000 on the banks of the Thames in Oxford County, the then-heart of Canadian dairy country. He opened a furniture factory on the river as well as a store which sold furniture, along with such items as pianos and ... more »
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Ode On The Mammoth Cheese
We have seen the Queen of cheese,
Laying quietly at your ease,
Gently fanned by evening breeze --
Thy fair form no flies dare seize.
All gaily dressed soon you'll go
To the great Provincial Show,
To be admired by many a beau
In the city of Toronto.
Cows numerous as a swarm of bees --
Or as the leaves upon the trees --
It did require to make thee please,
And stand unrivalled Queen of Cheese.
May you not receive a scar as
We have heard that Mr. Harris
Intends to send you off as far as
The great World's show at Paris. ...