We're true and sincere, and just to the fair,

Who will trust us on any occasion;

No mortal can more the ladies adore

Than a free and an accepted Mason.

Then join hand in hand, by each Brother firm stand
Let's be merry, and put a bright face on;

What mortal can boast so noble a toast,

As a free and an accepted Mason?

Chorus
S3 times.

Standing.

SONG XX.

A Royal Arch Song. The words by J. F. STANFIELD. Set to Music with a grand Chorus, by Brother HUQUIER.

WHEN orient Wisdom beam'd serene,

And pillar'd Strength arose ;
When Beauty ting'd the glowing scene,
And Faith her mansion chose;
Exulting bands the fabric view'd;
Mysterious powers ador'd;
And high the triple union stood,
That gave the mystic Word.

Pale Envy wither'd at the sight,
And, frowning o'er the pile,
Call'd Murder up from realms of night,
To blast the glorious toil.

With ruffian outrage join'd in woe,
They form the league abhorr'd;
And wounded Science felt the blow
That crush'd the mystic Word.

Concealment, from sequester'd cave,
On sable pinions flew ;

And o'er the sacrilegious grave

Her veil impervious threw.

Th' associate band iu solemn state

The awful loss deplor'd;

And Widom mourn'd the ruthless fate
That whelm'd the mystic Word.

At length thro' Time's expanded sphere
Fair Science speeds her way;

And, warm'd by Truth's refulgence clear,
Reflects the kindred ray.

A second fabric's towering height

Proclaims the sign restor❜d;

From whose foundation-brought to light,
Is drawn the mystic Word.

To depths obscure the favour'd Trine

A dreary course engage,

Till thro' the arch the ray divine

Illumes the sacred page!

From the wide wonders of this blaze

Our ancient signs restor❜d;
The Royal Arch alone displays

The long lost mystic Word.

SONG XXI.

[Tune, Ye Lads of true Spirit, pay Courtship to Claret.]

WHEN a lodge of Free-masons are cloth'd in their aprons,
In order to make a new Brother,

With firm hearts and clean hands they repair to their stands,
And justly support one another.

Trusty Brother, take care, of Eaves-droppers beware,
'Tis a just and a solemn occasion;

Give the word and the blow, that workmen may know
You are going to make a Free-mason.

The Master stands due, and his officers too,
While Craftsmen are plying their station;
The Deacons do stand right for the command
Of a free and an accepted Mason.

Now traverse your ground, as in duty you're bound,
And revere the authentic oration,

That leads to the way, and proves the first ray

Of the light of an accepted Mason.

Here are words, here are signs, here are problems and lines,

And room too for deep speculation:

Here virtue and truth are taught to the youth
When first he is bound to a Mason.

Hieroglyphics shine bright, and light reverts light

On the rules and the tools of vocation;
We work and we sing, the Craft and the King,
'Tis both duty and choice in a Mason.

What's said or is done is here truly laid down,
In this form of our high installation;
Yet I challenge a man to know what I mean,
Unless he's an accepted Mason.

The ladies claim right to come into our light,

Since the apron they say is their bearing;

Can they subject their will, can they keep their tongues still, And let talking be chang'd into bearing?

This difficult task is the least we can ask,

To secure us on sundry occasions;

When with this they comply, our utmost we'll try lord
To raise lodges for lady Freemasons.

Till this can be done, must each brother be mum,
Tho' the fair one should wheedle and teaze on ;}
Be just, true, and kind; but still bear in mind
At all times that you are a Freemason. Joh. W
SONG XXII.

[Tune, Belleisle March.]

In hist'ry we're told, how the Lodges of old
Arose in the east, and shone forth like the sun;
But all must agree, that divine Masonry
Commenc'd when the glorious creation begun 501
With glory divine, oh! long may'st thou shine,
Thou choicest of blessings, deriv'd from above!
Then charge bumpers high, and with shouts rend the sky,
To Masonry, Friendship, and Brotherly Love:54
Cho. With glory divine, &c. H

Judea's great king, whose vast praises we sing,
With wisdom contriv'd while the temple he plann'd;
The mysterious art then took place in each heart,
And Hiram with Solomon went hand in hand:
While each royal name was recorded in fame,
Their works earth and heaven did jointly approve ; “
Then charge bumpers high, and with shouts rend the sky,
To Masonry, Friendship, and Brotherly Love.

Cho. While each royal, &c.

A

Then Masons were true, and the Craft daily grew;
They liv'd within compass, and work'd by the square;
In friendship they dwelt, no ambition they felt;
Their deeds were upright, and their consciences clear;
On this noble plan Freemasons began;

To help one another they mutually strove;

Then charge bumpers high, and with shouts rend the sky,
To Masonry, Friendship, and Brotherly Love.
Cho. On this noble plan, &c.

These maxims pursue, and your passions subdue,
And imitate those worthy Masons of yore;

Fix a lodge in each breast, he fair Virtue your guest,
Let Wisdom preside, and let Truth tile the door:

So shall we arise to an immortal prize

In that blissful Lodge which no time can remove;

Then charge bumpers high, and with shouts rend the sky, To Masonry, Friendship, and Brotherly Love,

Cho. So shall we arise, &c.

SONG XXIII.

By Brother JOHN RICHARDSON, of the Royal Brunswick Lodge,

Sheffield.

[Tune, A Rose-Tree in full bearing.]

'O! WHAT a happy thing it is,
Brethren, to dwell in unity!'
Whilst ev'ry action's squar'd by this,
The true base-line of Masonry,
Our plumb rule fixed to the point,
The angle of uprightness shows;
From side to side, from joint to joint,
By steps the stately mansion rose.

Whate'er the order or the plan,

The parts will with the whole agree;
For, by a geometric man,

The work is done in symmetry.
From east to west, from north to south,
Far as the foaming billows roll,
Faith, Hope, and silver-braided Truth,
Shall stamp with worth the Mason's soul.

But, chiefest, come, sweet Charity,
Meek, tender, hospitable guest;
Aided by those, inspir'd by thee,

How tranquil is the Mason's breast!
An olive branch thy forehead binds,
The gift that peerless Prudence gave,

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An emblem of congenial minds,

And such Masonic brethren have.

SONG XXIV.

THE FAREWELL.

To the Brethren of St. James's Lodge, Tarbolton.

BY ROBERT BURNS

[Tune, Good Night, and Joy be wi' you a'.]

ADIEU! a heart warm, fond adieu!
Dear brothers of the mystic tie!
Ye favour'd, ye enlighten'd few,
Companions of my social joy!
Tho' I to foreign lands must hie,
Pursuing fortune's slidd❜ry ba3,
With melting heart, and brimful eye,
I'll mind you still, tho' far awa

Oft have I met your social band,
And spent the cheerful festive night;
Oft, honour'd with supreme command,
Presided o'er the sons of Light:
And by that hieroglyphic bright

Which none but craftsmen ever saw!
Strong mem'ry on my heart shall write
Those happy scenes when far awa'.

May freedom, harmony, and love,
Unite you in the grand design,
Beneath the omniscient eye above,
The glorious Architect divine!
That you may keep th' unerring line,
Still rising by the plummet's law,
Till order bright completely shine,
Shall be my prayer when far awa'.

And you, farewell! whose merits claim
Justly that highest badge to wear!
Heav'n bless your honour'd, noble name,
To Masonry and Scotia dear!
A last request permit me here,
When yearly ye assemble a',
One round, I ask it with a tear,
To him, the Bard that's far awa'.

THE END.

LONDON:

SHACKELL AND BAYLIS, JOHNSON'S-COURT, FLEET-STREET.