The New Dominion, July 27th, 1867

Lines Addressed to the Oarsmen of Carleton
By John A. Mack.

Oarsmen of Carleton, you've the victory won,
And now you've a niche in the temple of fame;
All boasting and clamor forever are done,
Those trophies and honors you justly claim,
That the genius of wisdom holds forth unto thee,
For Neptune proclaims you the sons of the sea.

Yes, Neptune proclaims you his children, indeed,
And we boast of the laurels you've so nobly won!
No oarsmen of England can equal your speed.
The eagles of France will flutter and run,
When your prowess is fixed in the annals of fame,
And trophies you've won you justly can claim.

Sons of the deep, like the birds of the ocean,
When your fine little bark through ripples she flies,
You feel no alarm, you heed no commotion,
Though contention, like mountains, before you should rise,
Your watch word is "onward," the victories to be,
Since Neptune proclaims you the sons of the sea.

Yes, onward your motto, you've worked for the prize:
And now you've arrived at the portals of fame,
Like the roar of the billows, on echo it flies.
Proclaiming the honors attached to your name.
Those virtues you cherish - which are justice and truth-
To embellish your noblest achievement of youth.