Masons Songs, Song XVII

We Brethren Free-Masons, let's mark the great name; Most antient and loyal, recorded by fame: In unity met, let us merrily sing; The life of a Mason's like that of a King,

No discord, no envy, amongst us shall be, No confusion of tongues, but let's all agree: Not, like building of Babel, confound one another; But fill up your glasses, and drink to each Brother.

A tower they wanted to lead them to bliss, I hope there's no Brother but knows what it is; Three principal steps in our ladder there be, A myst'ry to all but those that are free.

Let the strength of our reason keep the square of our heart, And virtue adorn ev'ry man in his part; The name of a cowan we'll not ridicule, But pity his folly, and count him a fool.

Let's lead a good life, whilst power we have, And when our frail bodies are laid in the grave, We hope with good conscience to Heaven to climb, And give Peter the pass-word, the token, and sign.

Saint Peter he opens, and so we pass in To a place that's prepar'd for all those free from sin; To that heavenly Lodge, that is tyl'd most secure, A place that's prepared for all Masons pure.