The Syren: Part V. Sea, Hunting, & Masonic Songs, Song

It is my d uty to obey The masters ordination, At his desire I sing a lay At our Hall's Dedication. The Brethren of Free-masonry Place mirth on Friendship's border: No mortal can more jovial be With decency and order. Join hand in hand a jovial band Each brother fill his station. In Chorus sing, all in a ring, At our Hall's Dedication.

The Misers heart is bent on wealth, He can't enjoy his treasure He's sure to iron-band his pelf, And with it locks his pleasure. Masonic treasures nobler are They're mirth with friendship blended, A flowing bowl, a secret rare, To social sou's extended. Join, &c.

We ne'er envy the man that's great, Who noble titles beareth, Or him who carried is in state, And marks of honour weareth: For in the mind true greatness lies Our title's past contending, We all a badge of honour prize, That is of Heaven's sending. Join, &c.

We'll banish sullen discontent, We have in our possession. An art divine by Heaven sent, And sacred information; While we within the compass are, No evil can perplex us, While by the plumb-line, rule, and square, Kind Providence protects us. Join, &c.

May secrecy and unity Still influence our actions, And honesty and probity Still govern our transactions: Bless Masonry in countries all, And all Masonic Sages, May our Lodge flourish in this Hall Unto remotest ages. Jom, &c.