A Choice Collection of Masonic Songs, Song

Come, come, my brethren dear, Now we're assembled here, Exalt your voices clear, With harmony; Here none shall be admitted in, Were he a lord, a duke or king, He's counted but an empty thing, Except he's free.

Let every man take glass in hand, Drink bumpers to our master grand As long as he can sit or stand With decency.

By our arts we prove Emblems of truth and love, Types given from above, To those that are free; There's ne'er a king that fills a throne, Will ever be asham'd to own, Those secrets to the world unknown, But such as we. CHORUS:—Let every man, &c.

Now ladies try your arts, To gain us men of parts, Who best can please your hearts, Because we're free; Take us, try us and you'll find We're true, loving, just and kind, And taught to please a lady's mind, By masonry. CHORUS:—Let every man, &c.