The Following Lines Were Given At A Concert When Port Burwell Was A Busy Port And There Had Been A Race On The Ice The Day Before. In Winter Time Who Here Resort, To Pay A Visit To Your Busy Port, They Must Be Clad In Fur Well, For It Blows Cold At Burwell; But When You Wish To Trot Your Horse You Make Lake Erie Your Race Course, And We Believe At Every Heat All Other Horses You Do Beat.
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