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St.Thomas

At time of Oddfellow's Grand Lodge meeting, 1884.

Oddfellows once they had to trudge
O'er rough stage roads to the Grand Lodge,
But now they town of metal seek
And find it on the Kettle Creek ;
For industry it here prevails
As it was built by the steel rails ;
And here the wide expanded bridges
Do connect the distant ridges.
No more need to stay at home, as
There's lots of railroads to St. Thomas.
You pluckily did boldly venture,
Now you are great railroad centre ;
Your city now it hath high hopes
From its great railway work shops,
And higher yet it still will rise,
This seat of so much enterprise.
When young man longs for wedded mate,
He seeks Alma girl graduate.
St. Thomas is baby city named
And for its youthful vigor famed.

poem by James McIntyre
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Oddfellowship in Ingersoll

We look in vain for our past grands,
Now scattered over many lands ;
For some o'er the wide world doth rove,
And some have joined Grand Lodge above.
But ever since Father Adam's fall
We are dependent creatures all.
Though man is weak yet he may join
With others, strength for to combine-
A single rod is easily broken,
Bundle is of strength the token.

The illustration, it was grand
Which was given by Reverend Bland,
Five Oddfellows all in one hand
And yet they all united stand,
Each finger hath a different length
Each finger varies in its strength.
Each one is weak, but a firm fist
You can scarcely break or twist.
Tis same with members of a Lodge,
United, them you cannot budge.

Then let us, linked with friendly chain,
Friendship, love and truth maintain,
And aid our brothers in distress,
The widows and the orphans bless ;
Then let each Lodge strive all it can,
Both Oxford and Samaritan,
To aid distressed brother man ;
Extending influence for good
And universal brotherhood.

poem by James McIntyre
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Brodie Castle

The following sonnet on Brodie Castle Nairnshire, Scotland, was written
by my venerable Uncle, Thomas McIntyre, of St. Catherines, and father
of John B. McIntyre, Ex-Grand Master of the Independant Order of Odd
-fellows, and now, and for many years, an Alderman of the city of
St. Catherines. It was written by him as an acrostic on the words Brodie
Castle. I have taken the liberty of transfusing it into common verse. The
lines prove the old gentlemen to be kind hearted and as having a great
affection for his native land. He has been in. St. Catherines for half a
century, engaged in the same business I have been employed in for
about one-third of a century, in Ingersoll.

Scotland has produced three great shepherds
Talford, the inventor of Suspension Bridges,
Ferguson, the Astronomer, and Hogg the
Ettrick shepherd, the great song writer.

Brodie Castle,ever dear to my heart,
For there I first played my humble part.
When only thirteen, I there had employ.
In the position of a shepherd boy ;

For I was born on that fine estate,
Famed for its trees, so lofty and great,
And its magnificent avenue grand,
Which hath been famed over the land.

And, though I did leave to learn my trade,
And in Western world a home I have made,
Yet, whan I look back, my heart it still cheers,
Though it is now more than threescore years.

Since first I went there as a shepherd boy,
Thoughts of the time fill my heart yet with joy,
Though, that I ne'er shall see Castle more,
Fond memory reverts to the days of yore.

poem by James McIntyre
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Grand Rapids

Air -- "Bright Alfaretta"

Wild roved the Indians once
On the banks of Grand River,
And they built their little huts
Down by that flowing river.
In a pleasant valley fair,
Where flows the river rapid,
An Indian village once was there,
Where now stands Grand Rapids.

Indian girls and boys were seen,
With their bow and quiver,
Riding in their light canoes
Up and down the river.
Their hearts were full of joy,
Happy voices singing
Made music with forest birds,
They kept the valley ringing.

Indians have left and gone
Beyond the Mississippi.
They called the river Owashtenong
Where stands this pleasant city.
Louis Campau the first white man
Bought land in Grand Rapids.
He lived and died, an honored man
By people of Grand Rapids.

When Campau came to the valley
No bridge was across the river;
Indians in their light canoes
Rowed them o'er the water.
Railroads now from every way
Run through the city, Grand Rapids;
The largest town in west Michigan
Is the city of Grand Rapids.

poem by Julia A Moore
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High In The City

I got the time, I got my feet
Lets go hit the street
High in the city
High in the city
I got my mace and you got your knife
You gotta protect your own life
High in the city
High in the city
I wanna get high in the city
I wanna stay alive here in the city
I wanna stay high in the city
High in the city
High in the city
Lets not walk down sutton place
You know everybody there got an akitas
High in the city
High in the city
Dont wanna talk politics today
I feel too good let me have my way
High in the city
High in the city
Watch out for that guy on your right
Seen him on the news last saturday night
He was high in the city
High in the city
Hey, look theyre setting fire to that jeep
Theres not much you can keep
High in the city
High in the city
I wanna get high in the city
I wanna stay alive in the city
I wanna stay high in the city
High in the city
High in the city
So many people feeling low
And theres only one way to go to
Get high in the city
High in the city
Lets grap a pie, lets hit the park
Ill kiss and hug you till it gets dark
Here in the city
Getting high in the city
(high in the city)
(high in the city and youre looking so pretty)
(feelin pretty witty, gettin high off of the city)
(hi-ai-ai-ai, high in the city)
(high in the city)
(high in the city and youre looking so pretty)
(feelin pretty witty, gettin high off of the city)
(hi-ai-ai-ai, high in the city)
(high in the city)
(high in the city and youre looking so pretty)
(feelin pretty witty, gettin high off of the city)
(hi-ai-ai-ai, high in the city)

song performed by by Lou Reed
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My City, My Town

My city, my town
The day u were birthed
No one regretted

My City
The glory of both the young and old
a site for everyone to behold

My city
A place of great edifices
a town with wonderful places

Four and two-legged machines
Fills this land unconditionally
A place of constant influx

Beautiful lush green grass
Filled the lawns at every corner
Bridges everywhere
as long as monumental caterpillars
Masts of every network
as tall as the Eiffel Tower of Paris,
A total amazement..

My city,
A beauty to uphold,
Now a story yet untold
My city, oh my town
You are losing your luster,
colour and radiance
That made humans of all race
want to advance, to seek solace

My city, My town
The land that brought memories
of neighborliness,
Everyone, together as of same parents

Awake from your slumber
Oh my great city, 'The Garden-City'
The crown princess of Rivers state
Why do you constantly hibernate?

Wake up
My city, my town,
Be like David,
Defeat this Goliath called GREED!
Show your feat
and make this enemy face the heat.

Edwina Aleme, (c) 2009

poem by Edwina Aleme
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Great Royalty

A great many countries are each budding to support a king and queen,
This is entertaining the health and wealth of the nation, the many nations;
Lasses and lads conjecture on the plans of the international scene,
Affairs are postponed, rehearsals are performed, appreciation is made,
For the whole royalty, the majestic signs, the highnesses of the continent.
It was boldly attempted to see great plans, dramatic scenes connect,
So then youth collected its duty, bringing grand catastrophes.
The great many nations seek a proud answer to the questions of life,
Retiring after much heated discussion, and so the higher beings shall speak.

poem by Naveed Akram
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City Life

Orbison/dees
Coffer cafes dizzy with city lights, concrete sidewalks busy with friendly fights
But thats alright baby, its alright come go with me and you will see city life, city life
Loud paper boys yelling yesterdays news, a pedlar man selling what you cant use
Thats alright baby, its alright come go with me, you will see city life, city life
I need you when the sun goes down, you pick me up when youre around
Come on, come on now, we can have a good time, this town aint much unless youre here with me
Its like a woman, crazy just like a puppy, lazy
Just like a pretty jealous wife, I cant get free from city life
Secluded bars humming behind the scenes, hot wild guitars strumming, promising dreams
Thats alright baby, its alright come go with me and you will see city life, city life
I dont want to be alone, stay with me now, dont go home
Its a date, well stay out late and party, city lifes okay when youre with me
Its like a lion sleeping just like a willow weeping,
A melting pot for fun and strife cant get away from city life
City life baby, city life, its alright baby, its alright city life, city life....

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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The Call of the Bush

Three roads there are that climb and wind
Amongst the hills, and leave behind
The patterned orchards, sloping down
To meet a little country town.

And of these roads I'll take the one
That tops the ridges, where the sun
Is tempered by the mountain-breeze
And dancing shadows of the trees.

The road is rough - but to my feet
Softer than is the city street;
And then the trees! - how beautiful
She-oak and gum - how fresh and cool!

No walls there are to hamper me;
Only in blue infinity
The distant mountain-ramparts rise
Beneath the broad arch of the skies.

And in that high place I shall hear
The wild birds' singing, soft and clear;
And horse-bells tinkling as of old
In amongst the wattles' gold

Far-off is the ocean tide;
But there across the country-side
Roll waves of bush that rise and fall
To break against the mountain-wall.

And every little farm is seen
An island in a sea of green;
And every little farm at night
Flings through the dark its beacon-light -

There in the silence of the hills,
I shall find peace that soothes and stills
The throbbing of the weary brain, -
For I am going home again.

poem by Dora Wilcox
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Welcome To Sleazy Town

One hand on the controller
One hand on the re-wind
You can even watch it all in slow mo
cos you just sit at home all day
Now you got plenty of time
If you want some real live action
And the videos too tame
If you wanna touch some heat
But you dont know how to light that flame
If you want some satisfaction
Instead of studying the freeze frame
I used to have this spot on main street
It was bounding, it was hot
It was dark, it was dirty
But dull it was not
The joint was jumping every night
But now its just a parking lot
This city was cruel
This city was keen
This city was alive
This city was mean
Till the office blocks and parking lots
Came and closed this city down
I could stand outside
The kids hung round
And the neon sign said
Welcome to sleazy town
Welcome to sleazy town
Sleazy, sleazy town
Everybody hung loose
It was cool and easy
People used to meet and have a good time
Down in sleazy town, sleazy town, sleazy town, sleazy town
Then the corporations came along
And bought this piece of ground
The leases all went up
And so the buildings all came down
They built the motorways and shopping malls
And they killed off sleazy town
This city was cool
This city was keen
This city was alive
This city was till the office blocks and parking lots
Came and closed this city down
I could stand outside, the kids hung round
And the neon sign said
Welcome to sleazy town
Welcome to sleazy town, sleazy, sleazy town
City hall killed off that scene
Now sleazy town is just a dream

song performed by by Kinks
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O For A Lodge

'O for a Lodge in some vast wilderness,'
A man cryed out in his distress,
For he was tired and sick of life,
And weary of this worldly strife,
And longed for to be far away
From the continuous daily fray.

But the fond partner of his life,
His own dearest, loving wife,
Those sentiments did not admire,
For fiercely they did rouse her ire.
Said she. ' I'll never let you budge,
To go and join another Lodge;
Your Lodges take six nights each week,
And still another Lodge you seek-
For your whole time they soon will steal,
You won't get home even to a meal,
Continuous abroad you'll roam,
And never enter your own home.'

poem by James McIntyre
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Brantford

In these sketches of towns in Western Ontario, we are not vain enough
to suppose that because we have produced some rhymes thereon
that said rhymes are poetry. If we furnish an occasional poetic gleam,
like a dewdropp sparkling in the sun, it is all we dare hope for.

Brantford as thriving city's famed,
And after Indian chief is named ;
And here the sparkling Grand river,
It doth flow a joy forever.

Campbell, he sang a dismal tale
Of horrors of Wyonming's vale;
The tale one's mind doth ever haunt,
The cruelties of monster Brant.

But the chief's son to England went
And Campbell to him did lament,
And all the tale he did recant
About cruel butcheries of Brant.

Now pleasant thoughts it doth awake,
When Brantford thinks of her namesake ;
She evermore with pride will chant
The bold, heroic name of Brant.

We sing of two great Indian names,
Tecumseh on the banks of Thames,
And the Grand River it doth vaunt
Of the historic name of Brant.

The city's pride it doth find vent
In building him a monument,
And Indians will proudly stalk
Past memorial of great Mohawk.

poem by James McIntyre
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They Came From Distant Places

They came from distant places to this far southern shore
The men who built the city at rest forever more
Some of them could not speak the language but they were strong and young
And they were willing workers and their praises ought be sung
The men who built the city their grandchildren old today
They worked hard to support their wives and families from their old homeland far away
They built the factories, homes and railways and they worked hard for their pay
The men who built the city for years with Nature lay
No monument built to them no last post for them played
For the men who built the city there was never a parade
Only their direct descendants would have heard of them by name
To be honest and hard working is never a claim to fame
The men who built the city their praises remain unsung
And today their grandchildren are not what one would call young.

poem by Francis Duggan
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City of Pretoria

Our pride stem
You are named after
Opportunist and racist
Voortrekker leader Andries Pretorius
And now non-racial democratic and prosperous City

Welcome to home of procurement policies
Multi- cultural and multi- racial City
Unisa and Medunsa are in you
I boldly know that
You are better for living

So clean and leaning on Mountains
Africans gathers in you like ants heap
To dig your gold
I've seen a beautiful Pedi Girl
Great Sekhukhune and Tshwane
Dwelled in you neighborhoods

Lights like heavenly streets
Number one in none and world class city
A home of parastatals
And a pillar of economy
Welcome to Pretoria
Tsheane ya Mamelodi

poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
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We Built This City

Chorus:
We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Say you dont know me or recognize my face
Say you dont care who goes to that kind of place
Knee deep in the hoopla sinking in your fight
Too many runaways eating up the night
Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, dont you remember
We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Chorus:
We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Someone always playing corporation games
Who cares theyre always changing corporation names
We just want to dance here someone stole the stage
They call us irresponsible write us off the page
Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, dont you remember
We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Its just another sunday, in a tired old street
Police have got the choke hold, oh then we just lost the beat
Who counts the money underneath the bar
Who rides the wrecking ball in two rock guitars
Dont tell us you need us, cos were the ship of fools
Looking for america, coming through your schools
(Im looking out over that golden gate bridge
Out on another gorgeous sunny saturday, not seein that bumper to bumper traffic)
Dont you remember (member)(member)
(whats your favorite radio station, in your favorite radio city
The city by the bay, the city that rocks, the city that never sleeps)
Marconi plays the mamba, listen to the radio, dont you remember
We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock and roll
(we built, we built this city) built this city (we built, we built this city)
(repeats out)

song performed by by Starship
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Bright Lights

She got out of town on the railway, new york bound
Took all except my name
Another alien on broadway
Well, some things in this world you just cant change
Some things you cant see until it gets too late
[chorus]
Baby, baby, baby when all your love is gone
Who will save me from all Im up against out in this world
And maybe, maybe, maybe
Youll find something thats enough to keep you
But if the bright lights dont receive you
You should turn yourself around and come on home
I got a hole in me now
I got a scar I can talk about
She keeps a picture of me in her apartment in the city
But some things in this world
Man, they dont make sense
Some things you dont leave until they leave you
And then the things that you miss, you say
[chorus]
Baby, baby, baby when all your love is gone
Who will save me from all Im up against out in this world
And maybe, maybe, maybe
Youll find something thats enough to keep you
But if the bright lights dont receive you
You should turn yourself around and come on home
Let that city take you in (come on home)
Let that city spit you out (come on home)
Let that city take you down, yeah
For God sakes turn around
[chorus]
Baby, baby, baby when all your love is gone
Who will save me from all Im up against out in this world
Yeah well, maybe, maybe, maybe
Youll find something thats enough to keep you
But if the bright lights dont receive you
Well, turn yourself around and come on home
Yeah, come on home
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Come on home
Yeah, come on home
Yeah, come on home
Yeah, come on home
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Come on home

song performed by by Matchbox Twenty
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Victoria Park and Caledonian Games

Lines on the naming of Victoria Park, on Queen's Birthday,
1881. The ceremony was performed by Thomas Brown,
Esq., Mayor of the town.

Come one, come all, to Scottish games
On the banks of Canadian Thames ;
You'll find that 'tis most pleasant way
You can enjoy the Queen's Birthday.

In future years it will be famed
The day whereon the park was named,
With its boundry great extended
And nature's charms sweetly blended.

Full worthy of the poet's theme
Is hill and dale, and wood and stream,
And glittering spires, and busy town.
Where mansions' do each mount top crown.

Come, witness the great tug-of-war,
And the great hammer thrown afar,
See running, jumping, highland fling,
At concert hear the sky lark sing.

And the bagpipes will send thrills
Like echoes from the distant hills,
And the bold sound of the pibroch
Which does resound o'er Scottish loch.

Young men and maids, and fine old dames
Will gather on the banks of Thames,
And though we have a tug-of-war
'Twill leave no wound or deadly scar.

poem by James McIntyre
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Railroad Lady

By: jimmy buffett, jerry jeff walker
1973
Shes a railroad lady
Just a little bit shady
Spendin her days on the trains
Shes a semi-good looker
But the fast rails they took er
Now shes tryin, just tryin to get home again
South station in boston to the freightyards of austin
From the florida sunshine to the new orleans rain
Now that the railpacks
Has taken the best tracks
Shes tryin, just tryin to get home again
Shes a railroad lady
Just a little bit shady
Spendin her life on a train
Once a pullman car traveller
Now the brakeman wont have er
Shes tryin, just tryin to get home again
Once a high ballin loner he thought he could own er
Bought her a fur and a big diamond ring
She hocked em for cold cash
Left town on the wabash
Never thinkin, never thinkin of home way back then
But the rails are now rusty
The dinin cars dusty
Gold plated watches have taken their toll
Yeah the railroads are dyin
And the lady shes cryin
On a bus to kentucky and home thats her goal
Shes a railroad lady
Just a little bit shady
Spendin her life on a train
Shes a semi-good looker
But the fast rails they took er
Now shes tryin, just tryin to get home again
Coda:
Yes on a bus to kentucky and home once again

song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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St.Catharines

Lines read at a banquet at the Welland House, St. Catharines[sic],
where the brotherhood of Odd-Fellows, attending Grand
Lodge, were entertained.

St. Catharines [sic], famed for mineral waters
And for the beauty of her daughters ;
For some do worship at the shrines
Of the fair St. Catharines [sic].

St. Catharines [sic], your greatness you inherit
From the genius of the Merritt-
You still would be a village dreary
But for this canal from lake Erie.

For, on its bosom there does float
Full many a ship and steamboat,
Brings worlds commerce to your doors
And many gifts on you it pours.

Among its various great rewards
It gives you dry docks and ship yards,
To drive your mills, great water power
It doth give you as a dower.

poem by James McIntyre
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Phillis 01

MY Phillis hath the morning sun
At first to look upon her;
And Phillis hath morn-waking birds
Her risings still to honour.
My Phillis hath prime-feather'd flowers,
That smile when she treads on them;
And Phillis hath a gallant flock,
That leaps since she doth own them.
But Phillis hath too hard a heart,
Alas that she should have it!
It yields no mercy to desert,
Nor grace to those that crave it.

poem by Thomas Lodge
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Phillis I

My Phillis hath the morning sun
At first to look upon her;
And Phillis hath morn-waking birds
Her risings still to honour.
My Phillis hath prime-feather'd flowers,
That smile when she treads on them;
And Phillis hath a gallant flock,
That leaps since she doth own them.
But Phillis hath too hard a heart,
Alas that she should have it!
It yields no mercy to desert,
Nor grace to those that crave it.

poem by Thomas Lodge
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