THE Free-Mason's Pocket Companion, SONG LVI

As long as our coast does with whiteness appear, Still Masons stand foremost in verse; While harmony, friendship, and joys are held here, New bands shall our praises rehearse.

Though Lodges less favour'd, less happy, decay, Destroy'd by old Time as he runs; Tho' Albions, Gregorians, and Bucks fade away, Still Masons shall live in their sons.

If envy attempt our success to impede, United we'll trample her down; If faction should threaten we'll shew we're agreed, And discord shall own we are one. Cho. Tho' Lodges, &c.

While with ardour we glow this our order to raise, Promoting its welfare and peace, Old Masons return our endeavours to praise, And new ones confirm the increase. Cho. Tho' Lodges, &c.

Go on, cry our parents, for Time is your friend, His flight shall increase your renown: And mirth shall your guest be, and Bacchus attend, And joy all your meetings shall crown. Cho. Tho' Lodges, &c.