Masons Songs, Song XXI

Attend loving Brethren, and to me give ear, Our work being ended, let's lay aside care; Let mirth and good humour our senses regale, And mind that our secrets we never reveal. And mind, &c.

With leave of his Worship that here fills the chair, Who governs our actions by compass and square, We'll sing a few verses in Masonry's praise, Not fond of ambition, we look for no bays. Not fond, &c.

Our antient Grand Master, inspir'd by the Lord, On holy Moriah, as in scripture declar'd, The stupenduous structure began well to frame, In the month called Zif, and fourth year of his reign, In the, &c.

With level and square the foundation began, In length sixty cubits, breadth nineteen and one; Here Masonry shin'd above all other arts, So sublime the great secret the artist imparts. So sublime, &c.

Old HIRAM of Tyre, King DAVID'S great friend, Did fir, pine, and cedar, from Lebanon send, To build the Sanctorum by Masonry's skill, Subsequent unto the great architect's will. Subsequent, &c.

One hundred and fifty-three thousand six hundred, Employ'd for the temple, we find they were number'd; With Crafts many thousands, and bearers of loads, And Masters six hundred the text does record. And masters, &c.

Who formed themselves into Lodges they say, Some east and some west, some north and south way, In love, honor and truth, go successfully on, In all well govern'd kingdoms now under the sun. In all, &c.

Now let the brisk bumper go merrily round, May our worthy Master in honor abound, May his instructive precepts to virtue us move, To live like true Brethren in friendship and love, To live, &c.

Let moderns and critics, with impious rage, Amuse the vain croud, and against us engage; Let Prichard and followers, apostates profane, With false tenets puzzle each lethargic brain. With false, &c.

All health to our Brethren of ev'ry degree, Dispers'd round the globe, or by land or by sea; Preserve them ye powers, their virtues improve, When we part on the level, may we all meet above, When we, &c.