James McIntyre(1828?–1906) · Musings on the Banks of Canadian Thames · 1884
Canada hath wealthy yeomen Whose fathers overcome the foemen, The enemy they boldly slew Was mighty forests they did hew, And where they burned heaps of slain Their sons now reap the golden grain, But in the region of Northwest With prairie farms they are blest. Though this to them it may seem good Yet many blessings come from wood, It shelters you from the fierce storm And in the winter keeps you warm, For one who hath his forest trees He builds his house and barn with ease, And how quick he gets from thence Timber for bridge and for his fence.