The First Cargo(Tavistock Canal)Something New is the Cry in this wonderful ageAnd Novelty charms both the Peasant and sage.So to me, it appears that the task doth belongTo tug out from my brain box another new song.The subject, I trow, is most near to us allNothing less than the flooding our growing CanalWhich with labour and years to perfection shall rise;(A giant was once but an infant in size).In the ages, called antique, no traces there wereOf a Roman Canal or a sluice or a Weir.But in happier periods of Commerce and PeaceThese magnificent Works formed the glory of Greece.But the prospect in Europe this day. O how grand!Fields changed into rivers, and rivers dry land!From Petersburg shores on to China we sail,And the Caspian and Baltic united we hail.In Britain where industry ever succeedsWe've the Oxford, Bridgewater, Grand Junction and Leeds.In France is the justly renowned LanguedocAnd may we not one day see the GRAND TAVISTOCK.Days of wonder! are these, and with enterprise stored!Who once would have dreamed of a fleet at Fitzford?A few centuries more, and perchance they may tryOld Tavy to turn over Rock Park, so high.On life's serpentine stream as our course we pursue.May the end of our voyage be ever in view.Fanned by Hope's cheering breeze, may our spirits be strongWhile the Brig PERSEVERANCE conveys us along.With our sentiment tender, I'll end my poor strains,For our dear native Town, and the souls it contains,For our Parents, our Bretheren, Friends, Sweethearts and wives,And may each coming day prove the best of their lives. This song was provided by Phil Holland. He states that it was copied by a friend about 15 years ago from a copy displayed in Tavistock Museum.Apparently it was 'Sung at a meeting of the Committee of the Tavistock Canal Company, 17 April 1806'.