James McIntyre(1828?–1906) · Musings on the Banks of Canadian Thames · 1884
Of Ingersoll we’re justly proud, Though o’er it hath hung a cloud; It was heavy, dark, profound, Weighing o’er ten thousand pound. But now the clouds do disappear, And the sun is shining clear— Now, with pleasure, we do behold, Our railroad bonds are good as gold. The people now need not despair, But thank our Council and our Mayor.