Now John as you all know him Flirted with all the girls,

The one that won his heart you know Was Sadie with black curls.

Up from Stanley came Lorne MacEwen

A gentleman fine who cares, Who likes to drive the ladies To all the summer fairs.

From Irishtown, Ken came along He picked Margate to reside, With all the retired farmers Living side by side.

Heath Mayhew fed up with Margate To Kensington he did go

To pack his potatoes in the bags

To ship to Tokyo

The next guy that we speak about Lives way down on the point With the Liberals now in power The pavement I’m sure he’ll want.

That old rough road he travels on Sure must get his goat

The pavement now he sure deserves For giving his Liberal vote.

Harold, our dairy farmer

Many prizes he has won

A race horse he has got himself His milking days are done.

Art, our carpenter by trade Went to Clinton for a pretty maid

Now in the evening when his work is done They sit and hold hands and look at the sun

Keith Warren from the mill pond did come Twenty-three years ago

With Evelyn his wife and their two sons To farm and watch things grow.

Now, Keith not very big you know But mighty in his stride, said

“If I do wrong, I know what I’ll do, ‘ I’ll get behind Evelyn and hide.”

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