The Free and Accepted Mason

When quite a young spark I was in the dark, And wanted to alter my station; I went to a friend, Who prov'd, in the end, A Free and an Accepted Mason.

At a door he then knock'd, Which quickly unlock'd, When he bid me to put a good face on And not be afraid, For I shou'd be made A Free and an Accepted Mason.

My wishes were crown'd, And a Master I found, Who made a most solemn oration, Then shew'd me the light, And gave me the right Sign, Token, and Word, of a Mason.

How great my amaze, When I first saw the blaze! And how struck with the mystic occasion Astonish'd! I found, Tho free, I was bound To a Free and an Accepted Mason.

When clothed in white, I took great delight In the work of this noble vocation: And knowledge I gain'd, When the Lodge he explain'd Of a Free and an Accepted Mason

I was bound; it appears, For seven long years, Which to me is of trifling duration: With freedom I serve, And strain ev'ry nerve To acquit myself like a good Mason.

A bumper then fill With an hearty good will, To our Master pay due veneration; Who taught us the art We ne'er will impart, Unless to an Accepted Mason.