James McIntyre Poems
- Oxford Cheese Ode The ancient poets ne'er did dream That ...
- Ode On The Mammoth Cheese We have seen the Queen of cheese, ...
- American Poets: Longfellow Like fruit that's large and ripe ...
- Dairy Ode Our muse it doth refuse to sing Of cheese made ...
- Prophecy Of A Ten Ton Cheese In presenting this delicate, ...
- 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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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 ...