Songs, Song

Come ye Masons hither bring The tuneful pipe and pleasing string, Exert each voice, Aloud rejoice, And make the spacious concave ring: Let your hearts be blith and gay, Joy and mirth let all display, No stupid care Shall enter here, For this is Mason's holiday. Cho. Let your hearts be, &c.

Friendship here has fix'd her seat, And virtue finds a calm retreat; Go tell the fool, 'Tis wisdom's school, Where love and honour always meet Cho. Let your hearts, &c.

Social pleasures here invite, To fill the soul with sweet delight, While hand in hand Our friendly band In love and harmony unite. Cho. Let your hearts, &c.

May we oft assemble here, And long the badge of honour wear, May joy abound And we be found, For ever faithful and sincere. Cho. Let your hearts be, &c.

Take the flowing glass in hand, And drink unto our Master Grand, Long may he reign, The cause maintain, And Lodges flourish through the land Cho. Let your hearts, &c.