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Salford--Foster & Gregg.
Mt. Elgin--W. Tripp.
Brownsville--Hopkins & Fulton.
Prouse's--T. Prouse.
Kintore--G. Alderson.
Harrietsville--R. Facey.
East Nissouri--W. J. Walker.
Cold Springs--H. Matheson.
Dorchester--L. D. Monk.
Lawson--N. Wilford.
Wilkinson--J. H. Wilkinson.
Dereham and Norwich Union--W. Fewster.
Verschoyle--James Hunter.
Avon and Firby--W. Kirkly.
Thamesford--F. Patterson.
Lyons--James Mitch.e.l.l.
Lakeside--T. Marshall.
Belmont--John Evans.
Cherry Hill--H. Webster.
FATHER RANNEY, THE CHEESE PIONEER.
This is our earliest cheese ode. The Ingersoll factory has been removed to Thamesford.
When Father Ranney left the States, In Canada to try the fates, He settled down in Dereham, Then no dairyman lived near him; He was the first there to squeeze His cows' milk into good cheese, And at each Provincial show His famed cheese was all the go.
Then long life to Father Ranney May he wealth and honour gain aye.
He always took the first prize Both for quality and size, But many of his neighbors Now profit by his labors, And the ladies dress in silk From the proceeds of the milk, But those who buy their b.u.t.ter, How dear it is, they mutter.
Then long life to Father Ranney, May he his health retain aye.
The farmers can not be beat, They have both cheese and their wheat, Though now their greatest care is For to watch o'er their dairies, They carefully fill their mows With provender for their cows, And they thus enrich the soil With much profit for their toil.
We will sing this refrain aye, Long life to Father Ranney.
The motto "union is strength"
Is carried out at length, In the most compact array At every cheese factory, You'll see without going far as There is one kept by Harris, The factory of Ingersoll, Just out at the first toll.
May he never suffer pain aye, The Father of chees.e.m.e.n Ranney.
Or you may go all the way To see one kept by Galloway, And out in the Norwiches Dairymen are making riches, And honor has been won By Harvey Farrington, The same path is trodden By folks about Culloden.
May his strength never wane aye, The great dairyman Ranney.
And of late we saw some Very good cheese from Lawson, All around Mt. Elgin Dairymen have well done, And out in East Nissouri They make some scores a day, From Jarvis and Elliott Some good cheese are bought.
And we will all remain aye, Indebted to Father Ranney.
Now we close this glorious theme, This song of curds and rich cream, You can buy your hoops and screws, And all supplies for dairy use, Milk cans and vats, all things like these, In Ingersoll great mart for cheese, Here buyers all do congregate And pay for cheese the highest rate.
So we call on you again aye, To honor Father Ranney.
ODE ON THE MAMMOTH CHEESE.
Weight over seven thousand pounds.
We have seen thee, queen of cheese, Lying 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.
Of the youth beware of these, For some of them might rudely squeeze And bite your cheek, then songs or glees We could not sing, oh! queen of cheese.
We'rt thou suspended from balloon, You'd cast a shade even at noon, Folks would think it was the moon About to fall and crush them soon.
LINES READ AT A DAIRYMEN'S SUPPER.
It almost now seems all in vain For to expect high price for grain, Wheat is grown on Egyptian soil On the banks of mighty Nile.
And where the Ganges it doth flow, In India fine wheat doth grow, And price of labor is so cheap That it they can successful reap.
Then let the farmers justly prize The cows for land they fertilize, And let us all with songs and glees Invoke success into the cheese.
HINTS TO CHEESE MAKERS.
All those who quality do prize Must study color, taste and size, And keep their dishes clean and sweet, And all things round their factories neat, For dairymen insist that these Are all important points in cheese.
Grant has here a famous work Devoted to the cure of pork, For dairymen find it doth pay To fatten pigs upon the whey, For there is money raising grease As well as in the making cheese.
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.
The cow is a happy rover O'er the fields of blooming clover, Of it she is a fond lover, And it makes milk pails run over.
FERTILE LANDS AND MAMMOTH CHEESE.
In barren district you may meet Small fertile spot doth grow fine wheat, There you may find the choicest fruits, And great, round, smooth and solid roots.