A COLLECTION OF MASONIC SONGS, ODES, &c, SONG XVI

We have no idle prating, Of either Whig or Tory But each agrees To live at ease, And sing or tell a story.

Fill to him, To the brim, Let it round the table roll, The divine Tells us wine Cheers the body and the soul. We're always men of pleasure Despising pride and party; While knaves and souls Prescribe us rules, We are sincere and hearer

If an accepted Mason Should talk of this or that church We'll set his down A shallow crown, And understand him no church

The world is all in darkness; About us they conjecture, But little think A song and drink Succeeds a Mason's lecture.

Then landlord bring a hogshead, And in the corner place it; Till it rebound, With hollow sound, Each Mason here will face it.