Masons Songs, Song XVI

Come are you prepar'd, Your scaffolds well rear'd, Bring morter, and temper it purely; 'Tis all safe I hope, Well brac'd with each rope, Your ledgers and putlocks securely.

Then next your bricks bring, It is time to begin, For the sun with its rays is adorning; The day's fair and clear, No rain you need fear, 'Tis a charming, lovely, fine morning.

Pray where are your tools, Your line and plumb-rules? Each man to his work let him stand boys; Work solid and sure, Upright and secure, And your building be sure will be strong boys.

Pray make no mistake, But true your joints break, And take care that you follow your leaders; Work, rake, back, and tueth, And make your work smooth, And be sure that you fill up your headers.