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Pilgrims all, we must travel on With face to the sun's uprising. And at Christmas time we gladness don, It isn't at all surprising. _ For at this time the world grows small, g It isn't the same big world at all, The absent ones they backward call , And we're kids again, all playing ball. _ So here's to the Sentinel staff who toil, ! Just a bit of hearty praising, A ' We know you burn the midnight oil, And isn't it quite amazing We leave our kindness late somehow, , A little word to cool your brow, ' Your work is fine all must allow, So "Merry Christmas" to you now'. 5. BRUCE COUNTY Tune - "Wait for the Wagon" ' Come listen to us ladies dear, _ And we will try to tell . , Just why it is that all of us Are glad in Bruce to dwell. j I Remember how we loved to draw .) That map upon the wall I . From Kinloss, Huron down below To St. Edmund so tall. , ; And how we learned to print the names ., i I Of Townships great and small ' t l To skirt Lake Huron's vast shore-line T It's Bays, inlets and all?