Songs, Song

No sect in the world can with masons compare, So ancient, so noble the badge is they wear, That all other Orders however esteem'd, Inferior to masonry justly is deem'd.

We always are free, And for ever agree; Supporting each other, Brother helps Brother, No mortals on earth are so friendly as we, When first attic fire mortals glory became, Tho' small was the spark, it soon grew to a flame; As Phoebus celestial transcendently bright It spreads o'er the world a fresh torrent of light. We always, &c. The greatest of monarchs, the wisest of men, Free-masonry honor'd again and again; And nobles have quitted all other delights, With joy to preside o'er our mystical rites. We always, &c.

Tho' some may pretend we've no secrets to know, Such idle opinions their ignorance show; While others, with raptures, cry out, they're reveal'd, In free-mason's bosom's they still lie conceald, We always, &c.

Coxcomical pedants may say what they can, Abuse us, ill use us, and laugh at our plan; We'll temper our mortar, enliven our souls, And join in full chorus o'er full flowing bowls. We always, &c.