BRANTFORD'S WELCOME

Welcome, thrice welcome, to our fair town,

Albert Edward, the heir to Brittania's Crown!

We hail this your visit

With feelings exquisite,

And all party spirit most cheerfully drown

In the joy of the day;

While we earnestly pray

That God's richest blessings may compass your way.

No Niagara's vast glories have we,

No Bridge spanning River as wide as a sea;

Yet we have a county

Whose soil, for its bounty,

Surpassed is by none in this clime of the FREE..

The Garden,‘ tis named,

Of all Canada, famed

For choicest of land, though but lately reclaimed.

We have no splendid buildings to show,

No Millionaire's palace that might notice draw,

But yet we may boast of

A very fair host of

Both women and men who their duty well know.

While sweet girls and bright boys

Sympathize in our joys,

As your Highness can see by their truth-speaking eyes.

Nor yet men with great titles have we;

But some meet you here brave as bravest can be.

These have been no strangers

To greatest of great dangers,

When war's horrid front threatened Liberty's tree.

Both Red Men and White

Mingled then in the fight,

And still live together to stand for the RIGHT.

Our good town, as your Highness well knows,

Is called after one long released from life's woes.

His memory we cherish,

And gladly would nourish

The motives that led him to march against foes.

For brave Captain Brant

Did most eagerly pant

The Flag of true Freedom in these parts to plant.

Welcome, thrice welcome to our fair town,

Albert Edward, the heir to Brittania's Crown!

No niggardly measure

Would we yield of pleasure,

To you and your Suite, as you doubtless will own.

For we British rule prize,

And would strengthen the ties

Binding us to VICTORIA, the good and the wise.