Songs, Song

When Masonry, by heaven's design, Did enter first into Hiram's brain, A Choir of Angles did rejoice, And this Chorus sung with united voice,

Hail! you happy, happy sons that be Brothers in Free-masonry.

Great Hiram he did then repair, And went to work with rule and square, With plumb and level, to his eternal fame, He did the glorious Temple frame, Hail! you happy, &c.

When Solomon beheld the same, He then set forth great Hiram's fame: Oh! excellent Mason! he in surprize did say, Above all Arts you bear the sway, Hail! you happy, &c.

Now to great Hirams memory Let's fill a glass most cheerfully, St. John (including) who the light did bring, And great WASHINGTON'S praises ring, Hail! you happy, &c.

Next charge unto our Master Grand, And to each lovely fair one round the land, Ourselves including, so let the health go round And may we ever true be found, Hail! you happy, &c.