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The following song, written by Edwin Jocelfn, was sung 

 at the dinner table, on the day of the Annual Exhibition, at 

 Lawrence: 



MOTHER EARTH. Tune—" Dearest Mae." 

 O, Mother Earth, once more we've met 



Around the plenteous board, 

 To taste the bounties of thy hand, 



With which our barns are stored ; — 

 With manly pride to-day, we bring 



The products of thy breast ; 

 No merit for ourselves we claim, 



But that of toil's behest. 

 Chorus. — O, bounteous Mother ! 



Thy hand is open free, — 

 Thy children work on easy terms — 

 The Crop for Industrie. 



Of course, we bring the Courser race, 



And every kind of kine. 

 Nor are we bearded Jews enough, 



To kick aside the swine ; 

 And for the belly and the back. 



The tribe of woolly fleece, — 

 And turkeys, hens, and lesser fowls, 



And waddhng ducks and geese. 



And then we spread the golden store 



Of butter and of cheese ; — 

 Potatoes, turnips, onions, beets. 



And squashes, beans and peas ; 

 Nor shall the pumpkin be forgot— 



That fruit of Yankee dish ; 

 In fine, we have, from pot to pie, 



All that the heart could wish. 



And then of grains,— rye, barley, oats. 



And wheat, and golden maize ; 

 And apples, pears, grapes, peaches, plums ! 



O, these are glorious days ! 

 And all the implements of use. 



To better till our lands : 

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