THE Free-Mason's Pocket Companion, SONG L

With plumb, level, and square, to work let's prepare, And join in sweet harmony; Let's fill up each glass, and around let it pass To all honest men that are free. To all honest men that are free.

Then a fig for all those who are Free-Masons foes, Our secrets we'll never impart; But in unity we'll always agree, And Chorus it, prosper our art, And chorus it, &c.

When we're properly clothed, the Master discloses The secrets that's lodg'd in his breast: Thus we stand by the cause that deserves great applause In which we are happy and blest, In which, &c. Chor. Then a fig for all those, &c.

The bible's our guide, and by that we'll abide, Which shews that our actions are pure; The compass and square, are emblems most rare Of justice, our cause to insure, Of justice, &c. Chor. Then a fig for all those, &c.

The Cowan may strive, nay, plot and contrive, To find out our great mystery; The inquisitive wife, may in vain spend her life, For still we'll be honest and free. For still, &c. Chor. Then a fig for all those, &c.

True brotherly love, we always approve, Which makes us all mortals excel; If a knave should by chance, to this grandeur advance, That villain we'll straightway expel. That villain, &c. Chor. Then a fig for all those, &c.

So our lodge, that's so pure, to the end shall endure In virtue and true secrecy; Then let's toast a good health, with honor and wealth To attend the blest hands made us, free. To attend the kind hands made us free. Chor. Then a fig for all those, &c.