|Dairy and Cheese
As cheese making first began in this county [Oxford] and it has already become the chief industry of many counties, it is no insignificant theme. About the middle of this century Canada was a great importer of cheese, and now cheese is the principal article of export from the Province of Ontario, and this Province will soon export no less than ten million dollars worth of cheese per annum.
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 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.
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 fill their mows, Both wheat and barley, oats and peas But still their greatest boast is cheese.
And you must careful fill your mows With good provender for your cows, And in the winter keep them warm, Protect them safe all time from harm, For cows do dearly love their ease, Which doth insure best grade of cheese.
To us it is a glorious theme To sing of milk and curds and cream, Were it collected it could float On its bosom, small steam boat, Cows numerous as swarm of bees Are milked in Oxford to make cheese.
Prophecy of a Ten Ton Cheese
In presenting this delicate, dainty morsel to the imagination of the people, I believed that it could be realized. I viewed the machine that turned and raised the mamoth cheese, and saw the powerful machine invented by James Ireland at the West Oxford companies factory to turn the great and fine cheese he was making there. This company with but little assistance could produce a ten ton cheese.
Who hath prophetic vision sees In future times a ten ton cheese, Several companies could join To furnish curd for great combine More honor far than making gun Of mighty size and many a ton.
Machine it could be made with ease That could turn this monster cheese, The greatest honour to our land Would be this orb of finest brand, Three hundred curd they would need squeeze For to make this mammoth cheese.
So British lands could confederate Three hundred provinces in one state, When all in harmony agrees To be pressed in one like this cheese, Then one skillful hand could acquire Power to move British empire.
But various curds must be combined And each factory their curd must grind, To blend harmonious in one This great cheese of mighty span, And uniform in quality A glorious reality.
But it will need a powerful press This cheese queen to caress, And a large extent of charms Hoop will encircle in its arms, And we do not now despair, But we shall see it at world's fair.
And view the people all agog, so Excited o'er it in Chicago, To seek fresh conquests queen of cheese She may sail across the seas, Where she would meet reception grand From the warm hearts in old England.
Hints to Cheese Makers
Addressed to Jonathan Wingle, Esq.
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 cause of pork. For dairymen find that it doth pay To fatten pigs upon the whey, For there is money raising grease As well as in the making cheese.
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 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.
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 the 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.
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 the 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.
But in conditions such as these You cannot make a mammoth cheese, Which will weigh eight thousand pounds, But where large fertile farms abounds.
Big cheese is synonymous name, With the fertile district of the Thame, Here dairy system's understood, And they are made both large and good.
Lines read at a Dairymaids' Social, 1887
Where the young lady waiters were dressed as dairymaids.
Throughout the world they do extol The fame of our town Ingersoll, The capital of dairyland, To-night it seems like fairy land, The youth and beauty here arrayed, So sweet and neat each dairymaid.
And worthy of a poet's theme, Sweet and smooth flows milk and cream, For song or glee what is fitter In this land of cheese and butter, But no young man should be afraid To court a pretty dairymaid.
And far abroad he should not roam But find a charmer here at home, Find some one now your heart to chear, Thus celebrate the jubilee year, Remember long this ladies' aid And each bewitching dairymaid.
Windmills and Stone Stables
Cows suffered in the days of old For want of water and from cold, Now of good water they have fill For it is pumped by the windmill.
No matter how well cows were fed They suffered cold in their board shed, But good stone walls now them enfold, And they are warm and safe from cold.
Now they do enjoy their fodder, And repay with their full udder, If bran slops you on cow bestow Of milk it will increase the flow.
And in your efforts do not halt But let them daily lick the salt, And never let the dogs them chase, But let them walk at their quiet pace.
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.