A Choice Collection of Masonic Songs, Song

Come, boys, let us more liquor get, Since jovially, we are all met Since jovially, &c. Here none will disagree; Let's drink and sing, and all combine, In songs to praise that art divine, In songs, &c. That's call'd free-masonry.

True knowledge seated in the head, Instructs us masons how to tread, Instructs us, &c. The paths we ought to go; By which we ever friends create, Drown care and strife and all debate, Drown care, &c. Count none but fools our foe.

Here sorrow knows not how to weep, And watchful grief is lull'd asleep, And watchful, &c. In our lodge we know no care; Join hand in hand before we part, Each brother takes his glass with heart, Each brother, &c. And toasts some charming fair.

Hear me, ye gods, and whilst I live, Good masons and good liquor give, Good masons, &c. Then always happy me; Likewise a gentle she I crave, Untill I'm summon'd to my grave, But when I'm summon'd to my grave, Adieu my lodge and she,

To each charming fair and faithful she, That loves the craft of masonry.