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About a quarter of a century ago, when Port Burwell was a busy, thriving place, several friends accompanied me to thQ port to attend a concert, we all being specially invited. It was in the winter, and there had been a race on the ice, in which the Port Burwell horse took the lead. We gave a local piece of some length, but only retain now a few lines. The people at the concert were highly pleased with the effusion.
In winter time who here resort, / To pay a visit to your busy port, / They must be clad in fur well, / For it blows cold at Burwell;
But when you wish to trot your horse / You make Lake Erie your race course, / And we believe at every heat / All other horses you do beat.