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1884.
We let Ontario farmers sing / About the joys the woods do bring, / But we in regions of Northwest / Do think prairie farms the best, / For those poor men who swing the axe / On their strength 'tis a heavy tax, / For several years they naught can grow / While from the first we plow and sow, / And while we plow we don't get thumps / By running it against the stumps, / And where wild Buffalo now doth feed / There very soon they'll sow the seed, / Where Indian wigwams now do stand / Will be the site of cities grand, / And where the deer and wolf doth roam / Millions will build each happy home, / So quick as if by magic wand / They will arise o'er the whole land, / But this one fact we won't deny / Ontario she can supply, / For so skilfully she doth invent / Each agricultural implement.