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An English youth to Canada came	A
A labourer John Roe by name	A
His little wealth had made him bold	B
Twenty sovereigns in gold	B
He was industrious and wise	C
And e'en small sums did not despise	C
He added to his wealth each year	D
For independence he loved dear	D
He knew a laborer he would be	E
Forever in the old country	E
His forefathers had tilled the ground	F
And never one had saved a pound	F
On beds of down they did not lie	G
And frugally their goods did buy	G
Their one luxury around their door	H
A few choice flowers their garden bore	H
But never hoped to own the soil	I
But serve as hinds to sweat and toil	I
To work and toil for him had charm	J
He hoped some day to own a farm	J
So he hired with Reuben Tripp	K
The wealthiest man in the township	K
Tripp's only child his daughter Jane	L
He sought her love and not in vain	L
As Jacob served for Rachel dear	D
So John he served year after year	D
Till rich enough to buy bush farm	J
For to chop down with his strong arm	J
The truest nobleman of all	M
He lives not in ancestral hall	M
But sheltereth family from harm	J
By logs rolled up by his strong arm	J
In this young glorious land so free	E
Where each may rear his own roof tree	E
And the chief glory of old days	N
Broad fire place where big logs did blaze	N
As much as four strong men could handle	O
They served alike for heat and candle	O
He his young oxen did adorn	P
With fine gay ribbons on each horn	P
And to his home with joy and pride	Q
He did bring sweet blooming bride	Q
Such happiness is seldom seen	R
Happier far than king or queen	R
She helped him in the fields to reap	S
And spun the wool from off the sheep	S
All they required they had for both	T
Of her own weaving of good cloth	U
And she was a good tailoress	N
Did make his coat and her own dress	N
The golden butter that she made	V
Was of the very finest grade	V
Each grace and virtue she possess'd	W
Where'er she was that spot was blessed	W
And though they did not have stove then	X
Neither did they own an oven	Y
She filled large pot with well knead dough	Z
And baked fine bread 'mong embers glow	Z
He each winter the forest trees	N
Did quickly hew them down with ease	N
For he to work had a desire	A2
And the skill did soon acquire	A2
But round great giants hewed a ring	B2
Then storms would soon them prostrate bring	B2
For many a time the furious breeze	N
Would quick o'erthrow the girdled trees	N
And sometimes they would kill the cows	N
When they did feed on grass or browse	N
But after reckoning damage all	M
A benefit was each windfall	M
Though good fortune now he sees	N
Might have been got from Walnut trees	N
But trees were foes in his hurry	E
All were slain both oak and cherry	E
And to this day he doth incline	C2
To mourn o'er slaughter of the pine	C2
And reflects how he did o'erwhelm	J
Many a maple beech and elm	J
And each summer day did toil	I
With his steers drawing logs in pile	D2
These giants of the forest dead	E2
Fire did reduce to an ash bed	E2
And soon potatoes wheat and corn	P
They did the rugged stumps adorn	P
And Jane did help him with the hoe	Z
And well she did keep her row	Z
No organs then they had to play	F2
But she could work and sing all day	F2
In spring he did live maples tap	G2
To draw from them the luscious sap	G2
He gathered it in big log trough	H2
Then boiled it down and sugared off	H2
Enough the household for to cheer	D
With all its sweets for the whole year	D
And no such thing those times were seen	R
As the swift raising stump machine	R
And where main road was low and damp	I2
With logs he built a road through swamp	J2
But a smooth ride could not enjoy	K2
While it was naught but corduroy	K2
Each year added earth and gravel	O
Now smoothly o'er they can travel	O
For it doth make an excellent road	L2
For John and Jane to go abroad	M2
And it is now a great highway	F2
Where hundreds travel every day	F2
There were no roads in early days	N
But bridle path their guide the blaze	N
And mills and marts so far away	F2
They never could return same day	F2
Log school house served as church for all	M
Of various creeds and for town hall	M
These scenes to youth do now seem strange	N2
So wondrous quick hath been the change	N2
O'er paths where oxen only trod	O2
Cows quickly speed o'er the railroad	L2
And every way both up and down	P2
There has sprung up a thriving town	P2
No more he fights with forest trees	N
But both enjoy their wealth and ease	N
Long since the old folks both are gone	Q2
And left the whole to Jane and John	R2
The log house now has passed away	F2
With all its chinks filled in with clay	F2
And in its place fine house of stone	S2
With lawn where choice shrubs are grown	S2
With sons and daughters they are blest	W
The young men say they'll move Northwest	W
This gives their mother some alarm	J
She wants them still on the home farm	J
But father will not have them tarry	E
They can plow so quick on prairie	E
And they find coal makes a good fire	A2
And build their fences of barbed wire	A2
They would not be forever gone	Q2
As they could talk by telephone	S2
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We have been congratulated by many on the truthfulness of the Romance of Canada They declare it is not a romance but a true picture of rise and progress of worthy people in Canada	T2

James Mcintyre

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