A Choice Collection of Masonic Songs, Song

A MASON's life's the life for me, With joy we meet each other, We pass our time with mirth and glee, And hall each friendly brother: In lodge no party feuds are seen, But careful we in this agree, To banish care or spleen. The master's call, we one and all, With pleasure soon obey; With heart and hand we ready stand, Our duty still to pay. But when the glass goes round, Then mirth and glee abound, We'er all happy to a man; We laugh a little, we drink a little, We work a little, we play a little,

We laugh, &c. We sing a little, are merry a little, And swig the flowing can, And swig &c.

See in the east the master stands, The wardens south and west, fir, Both ready to obey command, Find work or give us rest, fir, The signal given, we all prepare, With one accord obey the word, To work by rule or square: Or if they please, the ladder raise, Or plumb the level line. Thus we employ our time with joy, Attending every sign; But when the glass goes round, Then mirth and glee abound, We'er all happy to a man; We laugh a little, and drink a little, We work a little, and play a little, We sing a little; are merry a little, And swig the flowing can.

Th' Almighty said, "let there be light:" Effulgent rays appearing, Dispell'd the gloom, the glory bright To this new world was cheering: But unto masonry alone, Another light, so clear and bright, In mystic rays then shone; From east to west it spread so fast, And faith and hope unfurl'd, And brought us thee, sweet charity, Thou darling of the world. Then while the toast goes round, Let mirth and glee abound, Let's be happy to a man; We'll laugh a little, and drink a little, We'll work a little, and play a little, We'll sing a little, be merry a little, And swig the flowing can.