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April 1891.
Almost broken was the lyre / In the hands of bard McIntyre, / Who long had mused beside the stream, / Till rudely wakened from his dream.
The waters high in each dam pent, / Rushed furious when they found vent;
Through the flood gates opened wide / Madly raged the foaming tide.
He heard the waters awful dash, / And he heard his warehouse crash, / And saw the waves in wild commotion / Bearing his stock to the ocean.
Now thanks he gives unto each friend, / Who a helping hand did lend;
With gratitude they did inspire / The heart-felt thanks of McIntyre.
Old friends and new he'll gladly meet / On the west side of Thames street, / Where he has a foundation sure, / And a good stock of furniture.