THE Free-Mason's Pocket Companion, SONG XXIX

Whilst each Poet sings of great Princes & Kings, To no such does my ditty belong: To no such does my ditty belong: 'Tis freedom I praise, that demands all my lays, And Masonry honours my song. And Masonry honours my song. Cho. 'Tis freedom I praise, &c.

Within compass to live, is a lesson we give, Which none can deny to be true; Which none can, &c. All our actions to square, to the time we take care, And virtue we ever pursue; And virtue we ever, &c. Cho. All our actions, &c.

On a level we are, all true brothers share The gifts which kind Heaven bestows; The gifts, &c. In friendship we dwell; none but Masons can tell What bliss from such harmony flows; What bliss, &c. Cho. In friendship we, &c.

In our mystical school, we must all work by rule, And our secrets we always conceal; And our, &c. Then let's sing and rejoice, and unite every voice, With fervency, freedom, and zeal; With fervency, &c. Cho. Then let's sing, &c.

Then each fill a glass, let the circling toast pass, And merrily send it around; And merrily, &c. Let us Masonry hail, may it ever prevail, With success may it ever be crown'd! With success, &c. Cho. Let us Masonry, &c.