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The Olde, Olde, very Olde Man; or The Age and Long Life of Thomas Parr

Good wholesome labour was his exercise,
Down with the lamb, and with the lark would rise:
In mire and toiling sweat he spent the day,
And to his team he whistled time away:
The cock his night-clock, and till day was done,
His watch and chief sun-dial was the sun.
He was of old Pythagoras' opinion,
That green cheese was most wholesome with an onion;
Coarse meslin bread, and for his daily swig,
Milk, butter-milk, and water, whey and whig:
Sometimes metheglin, and by fortune happy,
He sometimes sipped a cup of ale most nappy,
Cycler or perry, when he did repair
T' Whitson ale, wake, wedding, or a fair;
Or when in Christmas-time he was a guest
At his good landlord's house amongst the rest:
Else he had little leisure-time to waste,
Or at the ale-house huff-cap ale to taste;
His physic was good butter, which the soil
Of Salop yields, more sweet than candy oil;
And garlick he esteemed above the rate
Of Venice treacle, or best mithridate.
He entertained no gout, no ache he felt,
The air was good and temperate where he dwelt;
While mavisses and sweet-tongued nightingales
Did chant him roundelays and madrigals.
Thus living within bounds of nature's laws,
Of his long-lasting life may be some cause.

poem by John Taylor
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Butter

Pull me from the toaster
Straight into the roaster
Fill my head with the stuff
Brightest dreams are made of
Bringing me down again
Bringing me down again
Bringing me down again
Bringing me down again
Duh
Promising the big guns
Reward when the light comes
Screaming from the damage done
Screaming from the damage done
Bringing me down again
Bringing me down again
Bringing me down again
Bringing me down again
Duh
Butter me up, butter me up
Butter me up, butter me up
Butter me up, butter me up
Butter me up, butter me up
Butter me up like I know you will
Cover it up like I know you will
Better yourself like I know you will
Breaking the trust like you always will
Be good for it, you never will
Be good for it, you never will
Be good for it, you never will
Be good for it, you never will
Butter me up, butter me up
Butter me up, butter me up
Butter me up, butter me up
Butter me up, butter me up
Duh
So you think you got the best
Thought I was like all the rest
Reaping from the damage done
Reaping from the damage done
Bringing me down again
Bringing me down again
Bringing me down again
Bringing me down again
Duh

song performed by by Ultraspank
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Dairy Ode

Our muse it doth refuse to sing
Of cheese made early in the spring,
When cows give milk from spring fodder
You cannot make a good cheddar.

The quality is often vile
Of cheese that is made in April,
Therefore we think for that reason
You should make later in the season.

Cheese making you should delay
Until about the first of May.
Then cows do feed on grassy field
And rich milk they abundant yield.

Ontario cannot compete
With the Northwest in raising wheat,
For cheaper there they it can grow
So price in future may be low.

Though this a hardship it may seem,
Rejoice that you have got the cream,
In this land of milk and honey,
Where dairy farmers do make money.

Utensils must be clean and sweet,
So cheese with first class can compete,
And daily polish up milk pans,
Take pains with vats and with milk cans.

And it is important matter
To allow no stagnant water,
But water from pure well or stream
The cow must drink to give pure cream.

Canadian breeds 'tis best to pair
With breeds from the shire of Ayr,
They thrive on our Canadian feed
And are for milking splendid breed.

Though 'gainst spring cheese some do mutter,
Yet spring milk also makes bad butter,
Then there doth arise the query
How to utilize it in the dairy.

The milk it floats in great spring flood
Though it is not so rich and good,
Let us be thankful for this stream
Of milk and also curds and cream.

All dairymen their highest aims
Should be to make the vale of Thames,
Where milk doth so abundant flow,
Dairyland of Ontario.

poem by James McIntyre
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Her Terms

My wedded life
Must every pleasure bring
On scale extensive!
If I'm your wife
I must have everything
That's most expensive -
A lady's-maid -
(My hair alone to do
I am not able) -
And I'm afraid
I've been accustomed to
A first-rate table.
These things one must consider when one marries -
And everything I wear must come from Paris!
Oh, think of that!
Oh, think of that!
I can't wear anything that's not from Paris!
From top to toes
Quite Frenchified I am,
If you examine.
And then - who knows? -
Perhaps some day a fam -
Perhaps a famine!
My argument's correct, if you examine,
What should we do, if there should come a f-famine!

Though in green pea
Yourself you needn't stint
In July sunny,
In Januaree
It really costs a mint -
A mint of money!
No lamb for us -
House lamb at Christmas sells
At prices handsome:
Asparagus,
In winter, parallels
A Monarch's ransom:
When purse to bread and butter barely reaches,
What is your wife to do for hot-house peaches?
Ah! tell me that!
Ah! tell me that!
What IS your wife to do for hot-house peaches?
Your heart and hand
Though at my feet you lay,
All others scorning!
As matters stand,
There's nothing now to say
Except - good morning!
Though virtue be a husband's best adorning,
That won't pay rates and taxes - so, good morning!

poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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Father Ranney, the Cheese Pioneer

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 cow's 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 butter,
How dear it is, they mutter.

Then long life to Father Ranney
May he wealth and honour gain aye.

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 do congregate
And pay for cheese the highest rate.

So we call on you again aye,
To honor Father Ranney.

poem by James McIntyre
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635 Milk The Elixir Of Life

MILK - One of God's preciuos gifts
For all who seek to live
Of all the food that passes lips
This has the most to give.
And when we from our Mothers feed
Her milk provides our every need.

The milk of cows and goats and sheep
Sustains us in our later life
An elixir before we sleep
It calms our nerves and eases strife
What is the secret of this stuff
Milkaholics just can't get enuff.

We know that milk is mostly water
There's almost eighty eight percent
There's protein - fat and carbohydrate
And calcium to give bones strength.
Drinka - Pinta - Milka - Day
It sure will help you on your way.

Full-fat milk makes ladies fertile
And it tastes much nicer too
Leave the skimmed milk for the slimmers
While you enjoy your creamy goo.
Jersey Milk has FIVE POINT THREE
Fresian much less - Oh dear me! ! !

Milk is a rich source of vitamins
A and D and E and K
Lactose gives our milk its sweetness
Drinka - Pinta - Milka - Day.
Drinking milk instead of coffee
Keeps you calm and much less stroppy.

Natural milk is prone to curdle
So we have to Pasteurise
Killing all the dee-dum-durdle
Homogenise and Sterilise.
When next in't Country - it's my vow
To drink my milk straight from the cow! ! !

Milk provides a range of products
Cream - Butter - Cheese and Yoghurt too
Without which life would be much poorer
No Camembert or Danish Blue.
When our palates we would please
We judge a country by its Cheese.
I'll sing the praise of English Cheeses
Cheddar - Cheshire - Wenslydale
Lancahire and Regal Stilton
From pastures lush in Leicester Vale.
Christmastime with Port & Stilton
In Terraced House or at the Hilton.

My 'Ode to Milk' is not complete
Without a mention of 'Best Butter'
'Farmhouse' from the pasture sweet
The taste? 'A Pastoral Ode by Rutter'.
And never let me utter words obscene
Unsaturated Fats and tatseless Margarine.

poem by John Knight
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4. A Merry Christmas

Gone shopping for good brandy butter
My homemade plum puddings in need
I don’t want a tin of rum sauce mix
It just wouldn’t do no indeed

Last night’s Christmas Eve rush was crazy
The shop had none left on the shelf
So I bought half a pound of best butter
To mix up with brandy myself

My mixer took brandy and butter
It churned the lot up to a paste
I drank what was left of the brandy
As I don’t like things going to waste

Everyone had a good dinner
With plenty of wine, port and sherry
But no one got fresh brandy butter
We all fell about slightly merry

poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Milk Cow Blues

Well I woke up this mornin
Looked outdoors
I can tell my milk cow
I can tell by the way she lows
If you see my milk cow
Please drive her on home
Cause I aint had no milk and butter
Since that cows been gone
Well you gotta treat me right honey
Day by day
Get out your little prayer book
Get down upon your knees and pray
Cause youre gonna need me
Youre gonna need my help someday
Lord youre gonna be sorry
Ou, you treated me this a way
Aw, now take it away boys
Sail on, sail on, sail on little gal, sail on
Sail on, sail on, sail on little gal, sail on
Youre gonna keep right on sailing
Till you lose your happy home
Well good evening
Dont that sun look good going down
I said well good evening
Dont that sun look good going down
Dont that ol army cot look lonely
When your lover aint no place around
Well I tried everything baby
To get along with you
Now Im gonna tell you
What Im gonna do
Im gonna stop my cryinõ
Gonna leave you alone
And if you dont think Im leavinõ big momma
Just count the days Im gone
You aint gonna see me
You aint gonna see my sweet face no more
Lord you gonna be wondering honey
Where in this world Ive gone
Milk cow blues

song performed by by George Strait
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A Candy Kiss

A candy kiss so very sweet,
Like peppermint covered candy sticks.
Like chocolate covered cherry treats,
Swirling around inside your cheeks.

A candy kiss, just pure delight,
That leaves a taste of sugar on your lips.
Or that very special kiss good night,
Like pixie stix in tiny sips.

A candy kiss, like butter scotch,
Pure ecstasy that makes you drool.
Or like a homemade piece of fudge,
That you couldn't leave to cool.

Candy kisses so sweet and fine,
Can't get them at the candy shop.
But you will crave them all the time,
And hope to God they never stop.

9/28/10 Alton Texas

poem by Juan Olivarez
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Candy

Smells like candy tastes so sweet.
I dive right in to this lovely piece.
So soft so good.
Exceptionally right.
It's so beautiful this great delight.

I never want to run it out.
Without this candy I'm down and out.
It's so tasty creamy slippery too.
This candy is true soul food.

I eat and eat this candy sweet.
Such a wholesome delicious fulfilling heat.

poem by Michael McParland
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Get Prepared [xmas Song ]

get prepared

get prepared for christmas with happiness and joy
santas got a sack of gifts for a girl and boy
get prepared for mince pies with a glass of wine
get prepared for shopping queue up in a line

christmas is a happy time christmas is so good
so lets just celebrate one more year
merry christmas hoho ho
christmas is a happy time christmas is so good
so lets just celebrate one more year
merry christmas everyone

get prepared for rubies emeralds and ice
you can pick just want you want no matter what the price
get prepared for santa with a glass of wine
get prepared for turkey with stuffing to combine

christmas is a happy time christmas is so good
so lets just celebrate one more year
merry christmas ho ho ho
christmas is a happy time christmas is so good
so lets just celebrate one more year
merry christmas everyone

get prepared for presents open them with haste
when youve ripped the wrapping off recycle all the waste
get prepared for christmas cake pour some brandy on
youve gotta get it quickly its to late when its gone

christmas is a happy time christmas is so good
so lets just celebrate one more year
merry christmas ho ho ho
christmas is a happy time christmas is so good
oh lets just celebrate one more year
merry christmas everyone
repeat chorus

poem by Jayne Harris
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Oxford Cheese Makers Song

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.

CHORUS.
Then long life to Father Ranney,
May he wealth and honor 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 butter,
' How dear it is,' they mutter.

CHORUS.
Then long life to Father Ranney,
May he his health retain, aye !

Farmers now can not be beat
With their 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.

CHORUS.
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 as far as
There is one kept by Harris,
The factory of Ingersoll,
Just out at the first toll.

CHORUS.
May he never suffer pain, aye,
The father of cheesemen, 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.

CHORUS.
May his strength never wane, aye,
The great dairyman, Ranney.
And of late we saw some
Very good cheese from Lawson ;
All around Mount Elgin
Dairymen have well done;
And out in East Nissouri
They make some scores a day ;
From Jarvis and Elliott
Some good cheese is bought.

CHORUS
And we will all remain, aye,
Indebted to Father Ranney.
Now we close this glorious theme,
This song of curds and rich cream,
Subject worthy of our muse,
You can buy your hoops and screws,
Boxes and vats, all things like these,
In Ingersoll, great mart for cheese ;
Here buyers all do congregate,
And pay for cheese the highest rate.

CHORUS.
So we call on you again, aye,
To honor Father Ranney.

poem by James McIntyre
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Good-Night

THE lark is silent in his nest,
The breeze is sighing in its flight,
Sleep, Love, and peaceful be thy rest.
Good-night, my love, good-night, good-night.
Sweet dreams' attend thee in thy sleep,
To soothe thy rest till morning's light,
And angels round thee vigil keep.
Good-night, my love, good-night, good-night.
Sleep well, my love, on night's dark breast,
And ease thy soul with slumber bright;
Be joy but thine and I am blest.
Good-night, my love, good-night, good-night.

poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Cherished

(kenny gamble / leon huff)
I said love aint no good unless its cherished, mmm
I said love cant be good unless its cherished, oh no
You and me
We gotta get something understood
We gotta separate all the bad from the good
We gotta do all the things we thought we never could
Its time to wake up
Our love is on the brink
And weve had enough time to think
Cant you see that love cant be no good unless its cherished?
Oh, baby, believe me, love cant be no good unless its cherished, mmm, mmm
You and me
Should never let nothing come between
We gotta separate all the fat from the lean
We got to stick together like were a team
Its time to wake up
Our love, our love is on the brink, yeah
Weve had enough time to think
I said, love cant be good unless its cherished, no, baby
True love, just no good unless its cherished, ooh, baby
Baby, baby, baby
Now, our love is on the brink
And weve had enough time to think, yes
I said, love cant be no good unless its cherished
Believe me, love cant be good unless its cherished
Oh, no good, no good, no good
Love, cant be no good, no good, no good, no good, no good, no good
I said, love cant be no good unless its cherished
You know it, baby, oh i

song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Candy candy not so good

Candy candy not so good,
Ouch my teeth hurt,
Candy candy not so good.

Candy candy stuck in my teeth!
Mm..
That lovely taste..
It's just so sweet! !

My mum always tells me 'candy candy not so good, it will hurt your teeth UNDERSTOOD! '
I want candy,
I want to eat,
I don't care what anyone says,
know that candy is the best.

Ouch! Ouch!
Mummy was right!
Because of candy I can't even bite.

Candy candy not so good,
Just remember to brush your teeth because..
Candy candy is not so good..
For your teeth.

poem by Aisha Alansari
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So Good So Right

This one is special for all the ladies
You never know I was that type of man
So good so right so good so, so good so
right so good so
So good so right so good so, so good so
right so good so
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
But you keep on watching the time,
Wondering what's on my mind
So you say you can't stay too long, cause
You know what I'm all a...
What I'm all about, what I'm all about
I don't have to sing and shout, what I'm
All about
You know what I'm all about
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Yes it's the truth it's the fact, I'm coming
To you straight from
The back in a mastering room style
Don't be shy, don't you lie, look into my
Eye
I'll tell you why, I'll teach you about
Feeling high
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Never before have you seen this, so I say
This feeling sink within my head, oh yea,
Oh yea
Never before have you believe it, so I mean
What I say
You just got to be yourself
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Yea, feel so good about something so
Right could it last another night
A feel so good about something so right
A feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
So good so right so good so, so good so
Right so good so
So good so right so good s, so good so
Right so good so
Yes it is the strife of my life, to explain
What's in my brain
If you believe what I say, baby, baby
A check in, check in, check check, check in
Check in
Check in, check in, check in, a check in,
Check in, check into my hotel
A feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
A feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
So good, so right, so good, so right, so
Good, so right
So right, I feel so good could it last
Another night
A feel so right could it last another
Night
A feel so good something so right, so
Good
Lord, I said I feel so right
A feel so good, oh could it last another
Night
A feel so right, oh could it last another
Night
A feel so good oh could it last another
Night
A feel so right oh could it last another
Night
So good, o right, so good, so right, so
Good, so good, so right

song performed by by Ziggy Marley
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My Life

My life
Can be challenged and diffcult
We all that bad and good days
I can’t give up on myself because
It’s not going good or my way
I shouldn’t let anyone make my choices
I’m not going to listen to them
All of is nonsense and they're waste of time to me
It my decision that going happen in
My life
There is no time to lose
Life is too short to do that
You don’t realized it until something tragedy happen
I’m sick and tired of sitting at home and doing nothing all day
Staring at clock won’t make it go by fast
Time to go out there and achieve my dreams
That what I’m here for
As well have fun like partying
Wohooo come on this
My life
I’m going live this way
I will chill and enjoy the summer
I want to try new adventures and new things
I want to see what I’m good and not good at
I have no time to waste
I want to travel and see whole world
Anything is possible is you just believe it
Hey who can’t blame me
This is
My life
Not your
So live it to fullest and what’s going to happen is up to me
I’m 18 years old
It’s laid in my hand
There is going to be time when I’m down,
Other time I be all happy and good mood
There is nothing going stop me and going bring me down because they are jerk
Nothing to worry about them, but me
I have no regrets, now I finally forget the pasts and memories of you for good
I feel so good again
Summer has changes me and
My life
If you need me I’m not here right now
I’m out having good time
Seven days a week
I’m going live this way and is
My life
Times where I’m going to lose and win
Is ok I’m fine with it
I go with flow
Is rocking right now and good life I have now
My life

poem by Christina Phan
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A Late Good Night

My lamp is out, my task is done,
And up the stair with lingering feet
I climb. The staircase clock strikes one.
Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!

My solitary room I gain.
A single star makes incomplete
The blackness of the window pane.
Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!

Dim and more dim its sparkle grows,
And ere my head the pillows meet,
My lids are fain themselves to close.
Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!

My lips no other words can say,
But still they murmur and repeat
To you, who slumber far away,
Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!

poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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After Sixty................

You learnt
Something or a lot
For sixty years or more
Keeping your nose
To the grindstone

It’s time to halt
Come on! Throw away
Those grammar books
Discard those language lessons

Try something akin
To your hunching spine
Help fellow humans
Or chant the names
Of the Divine

Of what use, is stock pile
When it is not for consume
Of what use is knowledge
When it cannot blossom
Into true wisdom

Look at the twilight welkin
The milk is getting sour
Add some butter milk
You can savor
Sweet curd tomorrow

poem by Sathya Narayana
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