“‘â€"' * â€" l encar Springford is a place of fame Although he has some nartrow escapes In Oxford county gay, Still he always comes out best, South Norwich is the township‘s name Cheer up, friend Charles, and clean them out So all the school books say. And do not look bereft. Our factory and our brick yards, The painters are good honest men, Our roller and lumber mills In friendship they are true, . Are famous to all for miles around, They‘ll paint or varnish, grain or stripe And demand attraction still. For those who‘ve work to do. Our factory, school and churches And the kine they nave to suffer Are certainly among the best When in Mr. Wilson‘s hand To be found in our old province grand As he says "Come unto me, In travelling from east to west. It‘s your flesh that I demand. All shelf and heavy hardware goods The shoemakers of our village fair Are cheap at White‘s store, Are noble men you know For paints or putty, glass or nails They‘ll do your work in elegant style You need not pass his door. At prices very low. He has good bacon, flitch and ham And if you want goods green or black And onions large and dry, To please the ladies taste, And early rose by the peck Call on Parks, the people‘s store, For those who wish to buy. They‘ll treat you to the best. If you want the circle squared The barn may burn, the house may fall, Call in on Pratt, the man The worst of things may happen, Well skilled in mathematical arts But if you want a job done right He knows the shortest plan. Call on Barnard, our expert mason. And if you want to look real neat, Or if you want a suit of clothes Remember that the spot Or anything in this line To get your hair and whiskers trimmed Our obliging tailor can satisfy Is at Oatman‘s barber shop. The most refulgent mind. The blacksmith on the corner There‘s no dining room on the track Is a good and upright man Along the Brantford line So if you want real honest work Compared to Smith‘s grand structure, Patronize him if you can. For an evening meal so fine. And on, how pleased the people are Then let us praise old Springford To have right in their midst The place of the brave and true Their genial harness maker Veale, The place where people strive to be Who knows just how to stitch. But buildings are too few. Wm. H. Moore Written ca. 1890 T1