Masonic Songs, Song VIII

Fidelity once had a fancy to rove, And therefore she quitted the mansions above; On earth she arrived, but so long was her tour, Jove thought she intended returning no more. Derry Down.

Then Mere'ry was hasten'd in quest of the dame, And soon to this world of confusion he came; At Paris he stopp'd, and enquir'd by chance, But heard that Fidelity ne'er was in France.

The God then to Portugal next took his rout, In hopes that at Lisbon he might find her out; But there he was told she had mock'd Superstition, And left it for sear of the Grand Inquisition.

Being thus disappointed to Holland he flew, And strictly enquir'd of an eminent Jew; When Mordecai readily told him thus much, Fidelity never was lik'd by the Dutch,

Arriving at London, he hasten'd to court, Where numbers of little great men oft resort; Who all stood amaz'd when he ask'd for the dame, And swore they had scarce ever heard of the name,

To West minster-Hall next the God did repair, In hopes with Dame Justice she might be found there; For both he enquir'd, when the court answer d thus, The persons you mention, Sir, ne'er trouble us.

Then bending his course to the Cyprian grove, He civilly ask'd of the young God of Love; The urchin reply'd, could you think here to find her, When I and my mother you know never mind her?

In one only place you can find her on earth, The seat or true Friendship, Love, Freedom, and Mirth; To a Lodge of Free-Masons then quickly repair, And you need not to coubt but you'll meet with her there.