ELMSLIE'S BAY.
; The following lines have been sent us by a resident of Elmslie's Bay, .French Pass :— Gome listen to me, and you shall hear A tale about country life ; I know you'll enjoy it, and never fear, I'will end for awhile-all strife. I lire at E.'malie's Bay yon know, 'Tiß a very quiet place, But my tale will make your faces glow, When you hear of tbis dear old plaoe. My name is Webber, and thai'd a name Of which you all have heard, For Elmslie and Webber are people of fame, Of that you can truss my word. Now, I suppose you'd like to know, How we doth our good living obtain, Well, on the hills tbe grass doth grow, And we have our share of sun and rain. Now, you know my home is one of the best, And my life is a pleasant play, But I have my work and not much rest, And tbia drives dull care away. There are not many people in Elmslie's Bay, But, my word, they're a jolly crew ; And the sun when he sheds his brightest ray Gladdens greatly the homely few. Of the fisherirea, now, I must say a word, For oat on the briny deep They earn their all by the sweat of their brow And in right good humor they keep. There's Patsy and Frea, and Ned, the oook, Captains Olsen and Dorrity, too, They please us all with their happy look, And I know they'd please you to. Then, Tuesday is the great mail day, Of all the week its the chief, What a rush for the letters, now are'nt we all gay, What a burst of spirits and shouts of relief. Oar friends, the fishermen, then are about, To meet the steamer they go, Th 9 mail, ho! The mail I how gladly we shout, When hard our jolly friends row. Now Patsy, pull hard— come Fred fall to; See, we're eagerly waiting aehore, Steer the boat Captain Olsen, come Dorrity, do— Why, you never did better before. Then our friend Mr Wilson, he keeps the light, A right jolly fellow is he. He can sing a good song, and I'm sure I'm right When I say with him all agree. But then our first and good old friend, We, of course, must not forget ; A helping hand he'll always lend— May he live a long time yet. Mr Elmslie ; ah, yes, we all honor him, Tho' now he is aged and grey ; Tho' his footsteps are fait'ring, his eyesight is dim, He always is cheerful and gay. And now I think I've told you enough, And so I will finish my rhyme ; Perhaps you may hear of me yet again, At some distant and future time. _^ _A. E. W,
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Colonist, Volume XXXIV, Issue 7032, 8 June 1891, Page 4
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465ELMSLIE'S BAY. Colonist, Volume XXXIV, Issue 7032, 8 June 1891, Page 4
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