A New Song

As Masons once on Shinar's plain, Met to revive their arts again, Did mutually agree; Did mutually agree. So now in Vermont we design, To raise the noble art divine, To ancient purity; To ancient purity.

The Masons in this happy land, Have now united in a band, And a Grand Lodge have made; And a Grand Lodge have made. Green Mountain Brothers by a sign, Like Salem's Sons each other join, And Masonry have spread; And Masonry have spread.

Thrice happy, blest Fraternity, Whose basis is sweet unity: So may it ever be; So may it ever be. Fill to the noble happy band, Who have supported in this land, Upright Free-masonry; Upright Free-masonry;

And may our Lodge forever be, An honor to Free-masonry; Well skill'd in secrets rare; Well skill'd in secrets rare. Health to our noble Master Grand— Let Brother by each Brother stand: A health to all the Fair; A health to all the Fair.