Oddfellowship In Woodstock

Well tell a tale, it shall be brief It is of rise of Maple Leaf, From noble Olive Branch it sprung, And its good deeds shall yet be sung ; This Encampment, though in its youth, Glories in friendship, love, and truth Of all our lodges yet the chief May be this youthful Maple Leaf ; Built of good timber, it doth launch Well worthy of the Olive Branch, And though it only is a shoot We hope that it will take deep root, And soon be vigorous Maple tree In Canada so broad and free. And may its usefulness ne'er cease Sprung from the Olive Branch of peace, But comfort brothers in distress, Widows and orphans it will bless, And console them in their grief, Protected by the Maple Leaf. Poor travellers in the wilderness They oft do suffer great distress, But may no pilgrim get rude shock Sojourning here in Woodstock.