True Blue

Ye true sons of Freedom attend to my song, While time unmolested sweet passes along, No aid I'll invoke from a tea-drinking muse, Dictated by reason I'll sing of true blues. Derry down, &c.

Kings, Statesmen, and Patriots illustrious, chuse The slant azure bandage, the badge of true blues; To Britain's chief knighthood, the garter is due, And that honor'd ribband is spotless true blue. Derry down, &c.

To fully that standard each social disdains, The royal true blue bids defiance to stains; On the breast of each brother the ribband we view Which shews that at heart he is pure and true blue. Derry down, &c.

Our grand institution then ne'er let's profane, Let our hearts like the ribband be free from a stain; Let us love one another like brothers so crue, Or else we're unworthy of wearing true blue. Derry down, &c.

Let our actions be guided by compass and square, Let us not be neglectful respecting the fair, To us they prove constant, kind, loving, and true, For the heart of a Mason they know is true blue. Derry down, &c.

So now to conclude—all things have their time, It is time for to drink to relish my rhyme; Here's a health to each Mason that's honest and true, Likewise to the fair maid who loves a true blue, Derry down, &c.