Clipping From the Almonte Gazette.
Birth
of a
T'was back in 1820 when the air was clear and bright,
A brawny pioneer farmer stopped his wagon for the night,
He kindled his cheery campfire to feed his hungry brood,
And vowed he'd build a cabin on the very spot he stood.
On
the banks of the
He built his homely hovel, with axe and sweat, so grand.
He cleared his land for planting with mule and old grey mare,
He plowed and tilled and worked it with tender loving care.
His meager supply of seedlings he spread upon the ground,
He fished the brooks and rivers and hunted the woods around,
He sent word to friends and relations of the wonderful place he had,
But with the lack of a woman's company, his wife was very sad.
As the years went by, his family grew, with neighbours all around,
Where once there stood a lonely farm, had turned into a town.
With neighbour lads they took the fish, both with line and spear,
And all around this lonely place was a friendly atmosphere.
The town it grew and friendliness was never left behind,
The people in this little town, always seemed so kind.
As homes sprang up with shops and stores, everything so grand,
And all the people in the town to lend a helping hand.
So from this campfire in the night, arose THE FRIENDLY TOWN,
Our friendliness, it's said, has spread for miles around.
So why not come to ALMONTE and join in all the cheer,
To have some fun and celebrate our 150th year.
We promise you our friendliness, has grown from year to year,
The only thing we're lacking is having you come here.
So plan to come and visit us when summer rolls along,
When
we celebrate in ALMONTE, our friends can do no wrong.