Songs, Song

Whilst each poet sings Of great Princes and Kings, To no such does my ditty belong: To no such does my ditty belong: Tis fredom I praise, That demands all my lays, And masonry honors my song: And masonry honors my song. Cho. 'Tis fredom I praise, &c.

Within compas to live Is a lesson we give, which none can deny to be true, Which none, &c. All our actions to square To the time we take, And virtue we ever persue, And virtue, &c. Cho. All our actions to square, &c.

On a level we are, All true brothers share The gifts which kind Hheaven bestows The gifts, &c. In friendship we dwell; None but Masons can tell, The bliss, which from harmony flows The bliss, &c. Cho. In friendship we dwell, &c.

In our mystical school, We must all work by rule, And our secrets we always conceal; And our, &c. Then let's sing and rejoice And unite ev'ry voice, With fervancy, freedom, and zeal, With, &c. Cho. Then let's sing, &c.

Then each fill a glass, Let the circl'ing toast pass, And merily send it around, And merily, &c. Let us masonry hail, May it ever prevail, With success may it ever be crown'd, With success, &c. Cho. Let us masonry hail, &c.