Father Ranney, The Cheese Pioneer.

This is our earliest cheese ode. The Ingersoll factory has been removed to Thamesford.             When Father Ranney left the States,             In Canada to try the fates,             He settled down in Dereham,             Then no dairyman lived near him;             He was the first there to squeeze             His cows' milk into good cheese,             And at each Provincial show             His famed cheese was all the go.             Then long life to Father Ranney             May he wealth and honour gain aye.             He always took the first prize             Both for quality and size,             But many of his neighbors             Now profit by his labors,             And the ladies dress in silk             From the proceeds of the milk,             But those who buy their butter,             How dear it is, they mutter.             Then long life to Father Ranney,             May he his health retain aye.             The farmers can not be beat,             They have both cheese and their wheat,             Though now their greatest care is             For to watch o'er their dairies,             They carefully fill their mows             With provender for their cows,             And they thus enrich the soil             With much profit for their toil.             We will sing this refrain aye,             Long life to Father Ranney.             The motto "union is strength"             Is carried out at length,             In the most compact array             At every cheese factory,             You'll see without going far as             There is one kept by Harris,             The factory of Ingersoll,             Just out at the first toll.             May he never suffer pain aye,             The Father of cheesemen Ranney.             Or you may go all the way             To see one kept by Galloway,             And out in the Norwiches             Dairymen are making riches,             And honor has been won             By Harvey Farrington,             The same path is trodden             By folks about Culloden.             May his strength never wane aye,             The great dairyman Ranney.             And of late we saw some             Very good cheese from Lawson,             All around Mt. Elgin             Dairymen have well done,             And out in East Nissouri             They make some scores a day,             From Jarvis and Elliott             Some good cheese are bought.             And we will all remain aye,             Indebted to Father Ranney.             Now we close this glorious theme,             This song of curds and rich cream,             You can buy your hoops and screws,             And all supplies for dairy use,             Milk cans and vats, all things like these,             In Ingersoll great mart for cheese,             Here buyers all do congregate             And pay for cheese the highest rate.             So we call on you again aye,             To honor Father Ranney.