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Wisconsin Dairymen's Association / Tenth annual report of the Wisconsin Dairymen's Association : held at Sheboygan, Wis., January 11-13, 1882. Report of the proceedings, annual address of the president, and interesting essays relating to the dairy interests
(1882)

Banquet--Toasts,   pp. 89-91 PDF (532.4 KB)


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WLo8N8arD DASYmUN's ASCIAIOx. 
Cuomus: 
For asld lang sn, my dear, 
For auld lang syne, 
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet, 
For uld lang syne! 
We twa hk run about the brads, 
And pu'd the gowas ame; 
But we've wander'd mony a weary foot 
Sin' auid lang syne. 
Cu1oxus: 
THE MUSE AT THE BANQUET. 
BY Mrs. J. L MOORz, Sbebqyga 
The Muse looked in at the Banquet, and the well filled tables there, 
Tempted her Grace to enter and glide to a vacant chair. 
Seated, she glanced about her, and around the festive board- 
Saw the cream cheese of society - the best it can afford. 
Saw first our genial Mayor, with his sweet cream mile aglow- 
And 8mitb, with beard and locks alike, of pure new fallen snow. 
There, too, was Mead-not Poiter- jike the sage cheese ia ilhe moon_ 
And Blackstock, armed for vict'ry, with a big bowl and a spoon. 
(The Muse could not tell as she ogled the group, 
If 'twere skim milk he gobbled, or rich oyster soup.) 
There, too, the guests, distinguishe alike for wit and will, 
Discoursed of cows and cream'ries and the liquid they distill. 
And often as they argued, the Muse quite plainly heard 
These words of mystic melody- -Old margin, whey and curd! 
And she knew that while they feasted, their hearts were far away, 
With the cows they left behind them, and the mystic curds and whey. 
They wondered with anxiety too great for man to utter, 
If Betsey Jane had milked the curds, or churned the whey for butter. 
They hoped the cheese would all be green -Just suitable for Spring- 
And that their calves might all be trained their native airs to sing. 
So sweet to hear their gentle buzz upon the morning air, 
Responding to the mother cow In accents of despair! 
Oh! happy Is the dairyman, contented with his sbare 
Of curds and whey - aspiring not new dignities to wear. 
Content with many -premiums, and buttercups In view. 
Oh! dairymen, be virtuous, and you'l! be happy too l 
But if you tire of farming, and the skim milk gets too Wa, 
Come dwell in our sweet city - we will gladly let you in. 
Our gallant, gay young mayor, once a modest boy in brown, 
Will quickly introduce you to the cream cheese of the town. 
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