THE SWORD-BEARER's SONG

To all who Masonry despise, This council I bestow: Don't ridicule, if you are wife, A secrer you don't know. Yourselves you banter, but not it, You shew your spleen, but not your wit.

Inspiring virtue by our rules, And in ourselves secure, We have compassion for those fools, Who think our acts impure: We know from ignorance proceeds, Such mean opinion of our deeds.

If union and sincerity Have a pretence to please, We brothers of Free Masonry Lav a just claim to these. To State-disputes we ne'er give birth, Our motto friendship is, and mirth.

Then let us laugh since we've impos'd On those who make a pother, And cry the secret is disclos'd By some salse-hearted brother: The mighty secret's gain'd they boast, From post-boy and from flying post.