THE Free-Mason's Pocket Companion, SONG LIX

Lightly o'er the village green Blue-eyed Fairies sport unseen, Round and round, in circles gay— Then at cock-crow flit away: Thus 'tis said, tho' mortal eye Ne'er their merry freaks could spy, Elves for mortals lisp the pray'r— Elves are guardians of the fair;

Thus, like Elves, in mystic ring, Merry Masons drink and sing.

Come, then, Brothers, lead along Social Rites and mystic song! Tho' nor Madam, Miss, or Bess Could our myst'ries ever guess, Nor could ever learn'd Divine Sacred Masonry define, Round our Order close we bind Laws of Love to all mankind.

Thus, like Elves, in mystic ring, Merry Masons drink and sing.

Health, then, to each honest man, Friend to the Masonic plan! Leaving Parsons grave to blunder, Leaving Ladies fair to wonder, Leaving THOMAS still to lie, Leaving BETTY still to spy, Round and round we push our glass— Round and round each toasts his lass:

Thus, like Elves, in mystic ring, Merry Masons drink and sing.