Address to the Dairymen’s Association

Dairymen’s association
Leading feeders of our nation,
When they promote this grand combine
To raise good cows and fatten swine.

The cow doth now enjoy her hay,
But longs for snow to pass away,
So she o’er pasture lands can stray,
She dearly loves the month of May.

Great source of wealth the cows do yield
While they do roam o’er grassy field,
Along the banks of crystal stream,
Which makes our cheese so rich with cream.

And the pigs, they may enjoy their whey
Which makes them grow without delay,
In the sections they make cheese
For it with the hog agrees.

It doth expand them every way,
Peas and coarse grain makes fat to stay,
And to bran slops they won’t say nay,
’Mong grass they love to root away.

But the pigs, they should all be sold
Before that they are nine months’ old,
For then they make delicious meat,
So young, and tender and so sweet.

At the great pork factory of Grant
Big fat hogs no more they want,
But all the young pigs you can rear,
Two hundred thousand every year.