SONG VI. WARDEN's TOAST

Freemasons all, Attend the call; 'Tis by command You all are warn'd, To fill up a bumper and keep it at hand, To drink to "The Mother of Masons." Let each give the word to his Brother, To prove that we love one another; Let's fill to the dame From whom we all came, And call her "Of Masons the Mother."

The Stewards have laid foundations, To prove that we love our relations; By toasting the Dame From whom we all came, We'll call her "The Mother of Masons."

In days of yore Freemasons bore A flask of wine, Of mirth the sign, And often they fill'd with the liquor divine, To drink to "The Mother of Masons." 'Twas on these joyful occasions, All charg'd stood firm to their stations, And toasted the dame, from whom we all came, Repeating, "The Mother of Masons."

Chorus. The Stewards have laid, &c.

Be all prepar'd, Each motion squar'd, And at the nod, With one accord, In strictest rotation we'll pass round the word, Drink, Drink, to "The Mother of Masons." Have a care right and left, and make ready, Be all in your exercise steady; And fill to the dame From whom we all came, And toast her "The Mother of Masons."

Chorus. The Stewards have laid, &c.