Transcription Notes:

This Internet file is not an exact copy of the book. Certain liberties have been taken. Ahiman Rezon was intended as a Masonic monitor or handbook, but included an extensive songbook as an appendix. It is only this songbook portion (and a little of the front-matter) which we have endeavored to reproduce here.

It is presented here as a collection of poetry, rather than as songs to be sung. Some of the conventions helpful for singing, such as breaking words into syllables and heavy use of apostrophes for elided 'e's and 'v's, were felt unnecessary and distracting, so some of the 'v's and practically all of the vowels that were apostrophized out have been replaced. Numbering of individual verses has been eliminated. While choruses are noted (except nonsense ones like "derry down, fa la la..."), repeating lines have otherwise been left out. A number of spellings have been modernized (including Free-Mason to Freemason), and typographic errors corrected. Capitalization has been modernized, except that Masonic terms (Freemason, Square, Compass, Plumb, Gauge, Lodge, etc.) and personified traits (Honesty, Virtue, Brotherly-Love, etc.) have been left capitalized, and for consistency, in a few cases even changed to capitalized if they weren't before. This edition used the long-ƒ for s (which is strange, we have seen a reproduction of the 1764 second edition at Pietre Stones (monitor half only, no songbook) and it used the normal modern s throughout). We have endeavored to replace them all with normal 's's, but do let us know if we missed any which remain as 'f's.

The first edition of this book came out in 1756, but this file has been copied from the seventh edition of this book, dated 1803, and contains material written between those dates. Only songs 1-60, the 5 prologues, first 4 epilogues, and the oratorio were in the first edition.

If a more precise rendition is required, a photocopy of the book is available online at Google Books: http://books.google.com/books?id=_k0BAAAAQAAJ&pg=71. The songbook portion covers pages 73-192. The .pdf version page numbers add 7 to Roman numeralled pages, 31 to Arabic numbered pages.

An edited version of the songbook portion of an earlier edition (possibly the 1756 first edition) is available in .pdf format from the RGLE. There are a few minor differences, and it lacks the songs added to later editions; it includes 1-60 plus the 5 Prologues, 5 Epilogues, and the Oratorio.

This book had no artwork nor music scores. The book had a Table of Contents, partially sequential but mostly alphabetized, partially by title but mostly by first line; but no other indexes. Hotlinked MPS indexes of first lines have been compiled at the end of this file. The songbook section contained one verse play, one prose prayer, two collections of toasts, with additional toasts at the end of each of the first 39 songs, and 90 songs, the first 69 numbered sequentially, the remainder unnumbered or in small groups. Most were titled only "Song", but a few had titles or subtitles, and we have compiled a separate index of those.

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AHIMAN REZON:

OR,

A HELP TO A BROTHER.

A NEW EDITION.

Addressed to the

BELFAST ORANGE LODGE,
No. 257,
BY A BROTHER.

To this Edition are added,

A PROLOGUE

And several

MASONS SONGS, &c.

NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED.

Together with

A LIST OF THE MEMBERS OF
LODGE No. 257,

Also,

A LIST OF THE LODGES IN
BELFAST.

Ahiman Rezon:

OR, A

HELP TO A BROTHER.

SHEWING

The Excellency of Secrecy, and the first Cause of the Institution of FREE-MASONRY; the Principles of the CRAFT, and the Benefits arising from a strict Observance thereof; the Sort of Men that ought to be Initiated into the MYSTERY, and the Kind of MASONS that are fit to govern Lodges, with their proper Behaviour in and out of the Lodge.

The ancient manner of Constituting New LODGES, with all the CHARGES, &c.
Likewise,
The Prayers used in Jewish and Christian Lodges.
Also,
The Old and New REGULATIONS,
The manner of Choosing and Installing GRAND-MASTER AND OFFICERS, &c.
To which is added,
A large collection of Masons Songs, entertaining Prologues and Epilogues,
And SOLOMON'S TEMPLE; An Oratorio.

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BY BROTHER LAURENCE DERMOTT, SEC.

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THE SEVENTH EDITION, WITH ADDITIONS.

BELFAST:

PRINTED BY W. MAGEE, M,DCCC,III.

Mousing over asterisks ^[*] will reveal footnotes from the original text, words in red will reveal notes by the transcriber.

THE EDITOR

TO

THE READER

It has been the general custom of all my worthy brethren, who have honoured the Craft with their Books of Constitutions, or Pocket Companions for Free-Masons, to give us a long and pleasing History of Masonry from the Creation to the time of their writing and publishing such accounts, viz. from Adam to Noah, from Noah to Nimrod, from Nimrod to Solomon, from Solomon to Cyrus, from Cyrus to Seleucus Nicator, from Seleucus Nicator to Augustus Cæsar, from Augustus Cæsar to the havock of the Goths, and so on until the revival of the Augustan Style, &c. &c. &c. Wherein they give us an account of the Drawing, Scheming, Planning, Designing, Erecting, and Building of the Temples, Towers, Cities, Castles, Palaces, Theatres, Pyramids, Monuments, Bridges, Walls, Pillars, Courts, Halls, Fortifications, and Labyrinths, with the famous Light-house of Pharos and Colossus at Rhodes, and many other wonderful works performed by the architects to the great satisfaction of the readers, and edification of Freemasons.^[*]

Having called to mind the old proverb, Better out of the world than out of the fashion, I was fully determined to publish a History of Masonry, whereby I did expect to give the world an uncommon satisfaction; and in order to enable myself to execute this great design, I purchased all, or most, of the Histories, Constitutions, Pocket Companions, and other pieces (on that subject) now extent in the English tongue.

My next step was to furnish myself with a sufficient quantity of pens, ink and paper; this being done, I immediately fancied myself an historian, and intended to trace Masonry not only to Adam, in his sylvan Lodge in Paradise, but to give some account of the Craft even before the Creation: And (as a foundation) I placed the following works round about me, so as to be convenient to have recourse to them as occasion should require, viz. Doctor Anderson and Mr. Spratt directly before me, Doctor d'Assigny and Mr. Smith on my right-hand, Doctor Desagulier and Mr. Pennel on my left-hand, and Mr. Scott and Lyon behind me. A copy of (that often called) the original constitution, (said to be in possession of Mr. John Clark, in Paris) and another copy of the same magnitude handed about in England, together with the pamphlet printed at Frankfort, in Germany, I tied up in the Public Advertiser of Friday, October 19, 1753, and threw them under the table.

Having tried my pen, and written a line, not unlike the beginning of a chapter in the Alcoran,^{[* *]} I began to flourish away in the most admirable manner, and in a few days wrote the first volume of the History of Masonry, wherein was a full account of the transactions of the first Grand Lodge, particularly the excluding of the unruly members, as related by Mr. Milton.^[*]

By this time I imagined myself superior to Josephus, Stackhouse, or any other historian whom the reader will please to think on. And as I intended to give the world a History of Masonry for several years before the Creation, I had no manner of doubt but that my work should live (at least) two thousand years after the general Conflagration.

Perhaps some of my readers (I mean those that are best acquainted with my capacity) will say, he has more vanity than wit; and as to learning, it is as great a stranger to him, as Freemasonry is to women; yet he has the folly to think himself an historian, and expects to become a great man, &c.

Whether such an opinion be true or false, it matters nought to me; for the world must allow, that (though no man has yet found out the perpetual motion) all men ever had, have now, and ever will have a perpetual notion: and furthermore, we read that the following persons, so much famed in history, were not only poor men, but many of them of a very mean extraction: the wise philosopher Socrates was the son of a poor stone-carver; the tragic poet Euripides was the son of poor parents; as was Demosthenes, the honour of Greek eloquence; Virgil, the famous Latin poet, was the son of a poor Mantuan labouring potter; Horace, the incomparable Lyric, was the son of a trumpeter in the wars; Tarquinus Priscus, King of the Romans, was the son of a merchant; and Servius Tullius, another King of the Romans, was begotten on a woman-slave; Septimus Severus is said to come of a very base degree; Agathocles, King of Sicily, was a potter's son; Ælius Pertinax was a poor artificer, or as some say a simple seller of wood; the parents of Ventidius Bassus are said to have been very miserably poor people; and Arsaces, King of the Parthians, was of so mean and obscure parentage, that no man's memory could make a report of his father or mother; Ptolomy, King of Egypt, was the son of a squire in Alexander's army; the Emperor Diocletian was the son of a scrivener; the Emperor Valentian was the son of a rope-maker; the Emperor Probus was the son of a gardener; and the parents of Aurelius were so obscure, that writers have not agreed who they were; Maximinius was the son of a smith, or as some say a wagon-wright; Marcus Julius Lincinius was the son of a herdsman; Bonosus was the son of a poor stipendary school-master; Mauritus Justinus, predecessor to Justinian, and likewise Galerus, were both shepherds; Pope John, the twenty-second of that name, was the son of a shoe maker; Pope Nicholas the Fifth was the son of a man that sold eggs and butter about the streets; and Pope Sixtus the Fourth was a mariner's son; Lamusius, King of the Lombards, was the son of a common strumpet, who (when he was an infant) threw him into a diich, but was taken out by King Agelmond; Primislaus King of Bohemia, was the son of a country peasant; Tamerlane the Great was a herdsman; Caius Marius, seven times Consul of Rome, was born of low parents in the village of Arpinum; and Marcus Tullius Cicero, Consul of Rome, and Pro-Consul in Asia, was from the poor Tuguriole of Arpinum, the meanest parentage that could be; Ventidius, Field-Marshal and Consul of Rome, was the son of a muleteer; and Theophrastus was the son of a botcher; i.e. a mender of garments, &c.

I have heard of many others of later date (not so far distant as Pekin^[*]) that have been preferred to places or offices of great trust, and dignified with titles of honour, without having the least claim to courage, wit, learning, or honesty; therefore if such occurrences be duly considered, I humbly conceive it will not be deemed as a capital offence, that I should entertain my own perpetual notion, while I do not endeavour to disinherit any man of his properties.

I doubt I have tired the reader's patience; and if so, I humbly beg his pardon for this long digression. But to return: while my mind was wholly taken up with my fancied superiority as an historian, &c., I insensibly fell into a slumber, when methought four men entered my room; their habits appeared to be of very ancient fashion, and their language also I imagined to be either Hebrew, Arabic, or Chaldean, in which they addressed me, and I immediately answered them after the pantomine fashion. After some formal ceremonies, I desired to know their names and from whence they came? to which one of them answered me (in English) "We are four Brothers, and came from the holy city of Jerusalem; our names are Shallum, Ahiman, Akhub, and Talmon." ^[*] Hearing they were sojourners from Jerusalem, I asked them whether they could give any account of Solomon's Temple? to which Shallum (the Chief of them) made answer and said "the wise King Solomon, Grand Master of Israel, appointed us head-porters at the Temple, in the thirty-second year of his age, the twelfth of his reign, and about the year of the world 2942; and therefore we can give a full and particular description of that wonderful fabric, and likewise of the ingenious artists who performed it.

I was glad to meet with such brethren, from whom I did expect a great deal of knowledge; which the many ages they have lived in must have taught them if their memories did not fail. Upon this consideration, I told them that I was writing a History of Masonry, and begged their assistance, &c.

"A History of Masonry!" (says Ahiman) "From the day of the dedication of the Holy Temple to this present time, I have not seen a History of Masonry, though some have pretended not only to describe the length, breadth, height, weight, colour, shape, form, and substance of every thing within and about the Temple; but also to tell the spiritual^[*] meaning of them, as if they knew the mind of him who gave orders for that building, or saw it finished. But I can assure you that such surveyors have never seen the Temple, they never have been within a thousand miles of Jerusalem:^[*] indeed," continued he, "there was one Flavius (I think he was a soldier) took a great deal of notice of the Temple, and other matters about it; as did another man called Jery. There were two others whose names I have forgotten but remember one of them was an excellent dreamer,^[*] and the other was very handy in collecting all manner of good writings ^[*] after the Captivity.

"Those were the only men that have written most and best upon that subject, and yet all their works together would not be sufficient for a preface to the History of Masonry; but for your further instruction, you shall hear an eminent Brother who can inform you in every particular that is necessary to your present undertaking." The words were scarce ended, when there appeared a grave old gentleman, with a long beard; he was dressed in an embroidered vest, and wore a breastplate of gold, set with twelve precious stones, which formed an oblong square; I was informed that the names of the stones were Sardine, Emerald, Ligure, Beryl, Topaz, Sapphire, Agate, Onyx, Carbuncle, Diamond, Amethyst, and Jasper. Upon these stones were engraved the names of the twelve tribes, viz. Rueben, Judah, Gad, Zebulen, Simeon, Dan, Asher, Joseph, Levi, Naphtali, Issachar, and Benjamin.

Upon his entrance, the four sojourners did him the homage due to a superior; and, as to me, the lustre of his breast-plate dazzled my sight, in such a manner that I could scarce look at him. But Ahiman giving him to understand that the people of this country were weak-sighted, he immediately covered his breast-plate, which not only gave me an opportunity of perceiving him more distinctly, but also of paying him my respects, in the best manner I was capable of; and making a very low bow I presented him with the first volume of the History of Masonry, hoped he would do me the honour of perusing it, and begged his advice for my further proceedings. He kindly received it, and read it over, whilst I impatiently waited to hear his opinion; which at last, to my mortification, amounted to no more than an old Hebrew Proverb, (which Ahiman translated thus: — Thou hast dived deep into the waters and hast brought up a potsherd.) Nevertheless he took me by the hand and said; ^[*] "My son, if thou wilt thou shalt be taught, and if thou wilt apply thy mind thou shalt be witty; if thou lovest to hear thou shalt receive (doctrine;) and if thou delightest in hearing thou shalt be wise. And although your History of Masonry is not worth notice, yet you may write many other things of great service to the Fraternity."

"Certainly it is," continued he, "that Freemasonry has been from the Creation (though not under that name); that it was a divine gift from God; that Cain and the builders of his city were strangers to the secret mystery of Masonry; that there were but four Masons in the world when the Deluge happened; that one of the four, even the second son of Noah, was not Master of the Art; that Nimrod, nor any of his bricklayers knew any thing of the matter; and that there were but very few Masters of the Art, even, at Solomon's Temple. Whereby it plainly appears that the whole mystery was communicated to very few at that time; that at Solomon's Temple (and not before) it received the name of Freemasonry, because the Masons at Jerusalem and Tyre were the greatest Cabalists^[*] then in the world; that the mystery has been, for the most part, practised amongst builders since Solomon's time, that there were some hundreds mentioned, in Histories of Masonry, under the titles of Grand Masters, &c. for no other reason than that of giving orders for the building of a house, tower, castle, or some other edifice (or perhaps for suffering the Masons to erect such in their Territories, &c.) while the memories of as many thousands of the faithful Crafts are buried in oblivion." From whence he gave me to understand, that such Histories were of no use to the Society at present; and further added, that the manner of constituting Lodges, the old and new regulations, &c. were the only and most useful things (concerning Freemasonry) that could be written: To which I begged to be informed whether songs were to be introduced? His answer was:^[*] "If thou be the Master, lift not thyself up; but be among them as one of the rest; take diligent care for them, and so sit down.

"And when thou hast done all thy duty, sit down that thou mayest be merry with them; and receive a crown for thy good behaviour.

"Speak, thou that art the elder, for it becometh thee, but with sound judgment; and hinder not music.

^[*]"And at all Times let thy Garments be White."

While he was yet speaking these last words, I was awaked by a young puppy that got into the room while I slept, and seizing my papers, ate a great part of them, and was then between my legs shaking and tearing the last sheet of what I had written.

I have not words to express the sorrow, grief, trouble and vexation I was in, upon seeing the catastrophe of a work which I expected would outlast the teeth of time.

Like one distracted (as in truth I was) I ran to the owner of the dog, and demanded immediate satisfaction. He told me he would hang the cur; but at the the same time he imagined I should be under more obligations to him for so doing, than he was to me for what had happened.

In short, I looked upon it as a bad omen; and my late dream had made so great an impression on my mind, that superstition got the better of me, and caused me to deviate from the general custom of my worthy predecessors; otherwise I would have published a History of Masonry. And as this is rather an accidental than designed fault, I hope the reader will look over it with a favourable eye.

In the following sheets I have inserted nothing but what are undeniable Truths, which will be found (if observed) to be of great use to the Fraternity, and likewise to numbers that are not of the Society; to the latter; because it will (in some measure) shew them their folly in ridiculing a Society founded upon Religion, Morality, Brotherly-Love and Good-Fellowship; and to those of a more gentle and better polished nature, give them an opportunity of examining themselves, and judging how much they are endued with the necessary qualifications of a Freemason, before they apply to be made members of the Society.

How far I may succeed in this design, I know not; but as my intention is good, I hope my Brethren and others will accept the will for the deed, and receive this as the widow's mite was received; which wilt amply reward the trouble taken by him who is,

With all due Respect,
      The Reader's most obliged,
            Humble Servant,
                  LAU. DERMOTT.

TOASTS

Originally given in the Orange Lodge of Belfast, No.257.

1. May Wisdom, Strength and Beauty be ever the supporters of Masonry.
2. May every Mason who stands in need of friendship, be able to say EUREKA — I have found it.
3. May the Tuscan Order support us; the Ionic guide us, and the Corinthian reward us.
4. May Virtue be the Abutment, and Wisdom the Key-Stone of this Lodge.
5. May each Mason revere
   The Book, Compass and Square.
6. May the disinterested Friendship shewn by Freemasons to each other, be universalty diffused.
7. May Beauty and Merit be the Reward of Virtue and Secrecy.
8. The Memory of old Cymon ———
9. The Royal Arch ——— that ———
10. To every beauteous, charming She,
    Who loves the Craft and Masonry.
11. May she who'd Masonry revile,
    Ne'er meet a Mason's gracious Smile;
    On Earth be a neglected Belle,
    And when from this ——— lead Apes in Hell.
12. All Knights Templars round the Globe.
13. All Royal Arch Excellent Freemasons.
14. May none ever be admitied Members of this Lodge, but such as shall be found worthy of the Mark.
15. All Mark Masons round the Globe.
16. All Royal Masters who become Pillars to each other.
17. May the gallant Volunteers of Ireland invariably unite in Brotherly Ties, and be as faithful to each other as Freemasons have ever been found to be.
18. The Memories of our first three Grand-Masters.
19. May we never be unmindful of Judas' fate.
20. May the virtuous Resolutions of Ireland be imitated by Great-Britian; and may the two Nations ever go Hand in Hand, united in patriotic Pursuits and liberal Sentiments, to the Glory of our Brother the King, the Exaltation of our Country, and the certain Overthrow of our combined Foes.
21. The Memory of our Sister, Allworth, of New-Market.

Transcriber's note: The full table of contents consisted of a sequential index of the monitorial half of this book, followed by a table of contents of the songs, in mixed sequential and alphabetical orders, and mixed first lines and titles. Only the latter is included here. More coherent hyperlinked indexes of first lines in sequential and alphabetic order, and titles in sequential and alphabetic order, have been compiled by the transcriber at the end of this file.
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CONTENTS.

Masons Songs, Viz.
	The Master's	73
	The Warden's	74
	The Fellow-Craft's	74
	The Enter'd 'Prentice's	76
	The Deputy Grand-Master's	77
	The Grand Warden's	78
	The Treasurer's	79
	The Secretary's	80
A.	As I at Wheeler's Lodge one Night	83
	Adam the first of all	154
	A Mason's Daughter fair and young	87
	A health to our Sisters let's drink	88
	As Masons once on Shinar's Plain	113
	Arise and sound thy Trumpet	145
	Attend loving Brethren and to me give Ear	122
	Attend, attend to the Strains	124
B.	By Mason's Art th' aspiring Domes	82
	Bless'd be the Day that gave to me	126
C.	Come are you prepared	90
	Come, come, my Brethren dear	96
	Come follow, follow me	97
	Come, Boys, let's more Liquor get	105
	Come fill up a Bumper and let it go round	130
	Come ye Elves that be	142
E.	Excuse my weak untutored Muse	144
F.	From the Depths let us raise	117
G.	Glorious Craft which fires the Mind	95
	Guardian Genius of our Art divine	106
	Genius of Masonry descend	107
	Grant us kind Heaven	162
H.	Hail sacred Art, by Heaven designed	89
	How blest are we from Ignorance freed	127
	Hail sacred Art, by Heaven designed	134
	Hail Masonry divine	134
	How happy a Mason whose Bosom still flows	137
I.	If Unity be good in every Degree	136
K.	King Solomon that wise Projector	100
	Knights Templars	149
L.	Let malicious People censure	95
	Let Masons be merry each Night, &c.	135
	Let worthy Brethren all combine	138
	Let Masonry from Pole to Pole	152
O.	On you who Masonry despise	81
	Of all Institutions to form well the Mind	101
	Once I was blind and could not see	120
	The same, a new Way	147
P.	Pray lend me your Ears, my dear, &c.	109
S.	Some Folks have with curious, &c.	83
	Sing to the Honour of those	88
	See in the East the Master plac'd	124
T.	The Curious Vulgar could never devise	91
	To the Science that Virtue and Art, &c.	102
	'Tis Masonry unites Mankind	119
	To Masonry your Voices raise	125
	Toasts	xix, 181
U.	Urania sing the Art divine	130
	Unite, unite your Voices	153
W.	We have no idle Prating	86
	We Brethren Freemasons let's mark	92
	What though they call us Mason Fools	93
	With Plumb, Level and Square, to work, &c.	98
	When Earth's Foundation first was laid	104
	With Harmony and flowing Wine	115
	Wake the Lute and quivering Strings	133
	When Masonry by Heaven's Design	137
	With cordial Hearts let's drink a Health	139
	Whoever warns Wisdom must, &c.	141
	When the Sun from the East	146
	When a Lodge of Freemasons	150
Y.	You People who laugh at Masons, draw near	85
	Ye ancient Sons of Tyre	115
	PROLOGUES	from 164 to 169
	EPILOGUES	from 169 to 174
	Solomon's Temple	from 175 to 181

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AN ADDITIONAL PROLOGUE,

AND A FEW

MASONS SONGS, &c.

NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED

FOR THE NEW EDITION OF

AHIMAN REZON.

A.	PROLGUE spoken before a Play, &c.	182
	A Freemason Anthem	191
G.	God caus'd great Lights to shine	190
H.	Hence sorrow avaunt, you have no Business here	184
	How Bennett was made (a Pedlar to Trade)	186
	Hail, immortal glorious Science	191
I.	In the social amusements of life let us live	188
L.	Lesbia despairing of success	190
T.	There is a Lodge in Skibbereen	185
Y.	Ye Sons of fair Science, impatient to learn	189

A CHOICE

COLLECTION

OF

MASONS SONGS.

With several ingenious

PROLOGUES AND EPILOGUES.

TO WHICH IS ADDED

SOLOMON'S TEMPLE,

AN

ORATORIO:

As it was Performed at the

PHILHARMONIC-ROOM,

IN FISHAMBLE-STREET,

DUBLIN,

For the Benefit of Sick and Distressed

FREE-MASONS.

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A CHOICE

COLLECTION

OF

MASONS SONGS.

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In the old Book of Constitutions, the Master's Song was of too great a length to be sung at one time, therefore the Brethren never sung more than the following verse and chorus.

I.— THE MASTER'S SONG.

Thus mighty eastern kings, and some
Of Abra'm's race, and monarchs good
Of Egypt, Syria, Greece and Rome,
True Architecture understood:
No wonder then if Masons join,
To celebrate those Mason Kings,
With solemn note and flowing wine,
Whilst every Brother jointly sings.

Chorus

Who can unfold the Royal Art,
Or shew its secrets in a song?
They're safely kept in Mason's heart,
And to the ancient Lodge belong.

Toast

To the King and the Craft as Master-Masons.

In the old Book this song was thought too long, therefore the following last verse and chorus is thought sufficient.

II.— THE WARDEN'S SONG.

From henceforth ever sing
The Craftsman and the King;
With poetry and music sweet,
Resound their harmony complete;
And with geometry in skilful hand,
Due homage pay,
Without delay,
To the King, and to our Master grand;
He rules the free-born Sons of Art,
By love and friendship, hand and heart.

Chorus

Who can rehearse the praise,
In soft poetic lays,
Or solid prose, of Masons true,
Whose Art transcends the common view;
Their secrets ne'er to strangers yet expos'd,
Resolved shall be,
By Masons free,
And only to the ancient Lodge disclosed;
Because they're kept in Mason's heart,
By Brethren of the Royal Art.

Toast

To all the Kings, Princes, and Potentates, that ever propogated the Royal excellent Art.

III.— THE FELLOW CRAFT'S SONG.

Hail Masonry! thou Craft divine!
Glory of Earth! from Heaven revealed!
Which doth with jewels precious shine,
From all but Masons eyes concealed.
Thy praises due who can rehearse,
In nervous prose or flowing verse?

As Men from brutes distinguished are,
A Mason other men excels;
For what's in Knowledge choice and rare,
Within his breast securely dwells.
His silent breast and faithful heart,
Preserve the secrets of the Art.

From scorching heat and piercing cold,
From beasts whose roar the forest rends;
From the assaults of warriors bold,
The Masons' Art mankind defends,
Be to this Art due honour paid,
From which mankind receives such aid.

Ensigns of state that feed our pride,
Distinctions troublesome and vain;
By Masons true are laid aside,
Art's free-born sons such toys disdain,
Ennobled by the name they bear,
Distinguished by the badge they wear.

Sweet fellowship from envy free,
Friendly converse of brotherhood;
The Lodges' lasting cement be,
Which has for ages firmly stood.
A Lodge thus built for ages past
Has lasted, and shall ever last.

Then in our songs be justice done,
To those who have enriched the Art;
From Adam down until this time,
And let each Brother bear a part.
Let noble Masons' healths go round.
Their praise in lofty Lodge resound.

Toast

To his Imperial Majesty (our Brother) Francis, Emperor of Germany.

IV.— THE ENTERED 'PRENTICE'S SONG.

Come let us prepare,
We Brothers that are
Assembled on merry occasion;
Let's drink, laugh and sing,
Our wine has a spring,
Here's a health to an Accepted Mason.

The world is in pain,
Our secrets to gain,
And still let them wonder and gaze on;
Till they're brought to the Light,
They'll ne'er know the right
Word or sign of an Accepted Mason.

'Tis this and 'tis that,
They cannot tell what,
Why so many great men of the nation,
Should aprons put on,
To make themselves one,
With a Free and an Accepted Mason.

Great Kings, Dukes and Lords,
Have laid by their swords,
Our mystery to put a good grace on;
And thought themselves famed,
To hear themselves named
With a Free and an Accepted Mason.

Antiquity's pride,
We have on our Side,
Which maketh men just in their station;
There's nought but what's good,
To be understood,
By a Free and an Accepted Mason.

We're true and sincere,
And just to the fair,
They'll 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.

[Thrice repeated in due Form.]

Toast

To all the Fraternity round the Globe.

V.— THE DEPUTY GRAND MASTER'S SONG.

On, my dear Brethren, pursue your great lecture,
And refine on the rules of old architecture;
High honour to Masons the Craft daily brings,
To those brothers of princes, and fellows of kings.

We've drove the rude Vandals and Goths off the stage,
Reviving the arts of Augustus' famed age;
Vespasian destroyed the vast Temple in vain,
Since so many now rise in great George's mild reign.

Of Wren and of Angelo mark the great names,
Immortal they live as the Tiber and Thames;
To Heaven and themselves they've such monuments raised,
Recorded like saints, and like saints they are praised.

The five noble orders composed with such art,
Will amaze the fixed eye and engage the whole heart;
Proportion's dumb harmony gracing the whole,
Gives our work, like the glorious Creation, a soul.

Then Master and Brethren preserve your great name,
This Lodge so majestic will purchase you fame;
Revered it shall stand till all Nature expire,
And its glories ne'er fade till the world is on fire.

See, see, behold here what rewards all our toil,
Enlivens our genius and bids Labour smile;
To our noble Grand Master let a bumper be crowned,
To all Masons a bumper, so let it go round.

Again, my loved Brethren, again let it pass,
Our ancient firm union cements with a glass;
And all the contentions 'mongst Masons shall be,
Who better can work, or who best can agree.

Toast

To the Right Worshipful the Grand Master.

VI.— THE GRAND WARDEN'S SONG.

Let Masonry be now my theme,
Throughout the globe to spread its fame,
And eternize each worthy Brother's name;
Your praise shall to the skies resound,
In lasting happiness abound,
And with sweet union all your noble deeds be crowned.

Chorus

We've crowned with joy this happy, happy day.

Toast

To all the Noble Lords, and Right Worshipful Brethren that have heen Grand Masters.

VII.— THE TREASURER'S SONG.

Tune: Near some cool Shade.
[This is nearly the same as LXX.]

Grant me, kind Heaven, what I request,
In Masonry let me be blest;
Direct me to that happy place,
Where friendship smiles in every face;
Where freedom and sweet innocence,
Enlarge the mind and cheers the sense.

Where sceptered Reason from her throne,
Surveys the Lodge that makes us one;
And Harmony's delightful sway
For ever sheds ambrosial day,
Where we blest Eden's pleasures taste,
While balmy joys are our repast.

Our Lodge the social virtues grace,
And Wisdom's rules we fondly trace;
While Nature open to our view,
Points out the paths we should pursue;
Let us subsist in lasting peace,
And may our happiness increase.

No prying eye can view us here,
No fool or knave disturb our cheer;
Our well-formed laws set mankind free,
And give relief to misery;
The poor, oppressed with woe and grief,
Gain from our bounteous hands, relief.

Toast

To all well-disposed charitable Masons.

VIII. — THE SECRETARY'S SONG.

Ye Brethren of the ancient Craft,
Ye favorite sons of fame:
Let bumpers chearfully be quaffed,
To each good Mason's name;
Happy, long happy may he be,
Who loves and honours Masonry.

In vain would D'Anvers with his wit ^{[* * *]},
Our slow resentment raise;
What he and all mankind have writ,
But celebrates our praise;
His wit this only truth imparts,
That Masons have firm faithful hearts.

Ye British fair, for beauty famed,
Your slaves we wish to be;
Let none for charms like yours be named,
That loves not Masonry;
This maxim D'Anvers proves full well,
That Masons never kiss and tell.

Freemasons! no offences give,
Let fame your worth declare;
Within your Compass wisely live,
And act upon the Square;
May peace and friendship ever abound,
And every Mason's health go round;

Toast

To the Deputy Grand Master.

IX.— SONG.

To the foregoing tune.

On you who Masonry despise,
This counsel I bestow;
Don't ridicule, if you are wise,
A secret you don't know:
Yourselves you banter, but not it,
You show your spleen, but not your wit.

Inspiring virtue by our rules,
And in ourselves secure;
We have compassion for those fools,
Who think our acts impure:
We know from ignorance proceeds,
Such mean opinion of our deeds.

If union and sincerity,
Have a pretence to please;
We Brothers of Free Masonry,
Lay justly, claim to these:
To state disputes, we ne'er give birth,
Our motto, friendship is and mirth.

Some of our rules we will impart,
But must conceal the rest;
They're safely lodged in Masons' hearts,
Within each honest breast:
We love our Country and our King,
We toast the ladies, laugh and sing.

Toast

To the Worshipful Grand Wardens.

X.— SONG.

By Masons' Art, the aspiring domes,
In stately columns shall arise;
All climates are their native homes,
Their well-judged actions reach the skies;
Heroes and kings revere their name,
While poets sing their lasting fame.

Great, noble, generous, good, and brave,
Are titles they most justly claim;
Their deeds shall live beyond the grave,
Which those unborn shall loud proclaim;
Time shall their glorious acts enroll,
While love and friendship charm the soul.

Toast

To the perpetual honour of Freemasons.

XI.— SONG.

As I at Wheeler's Lodge one night,
Kept Bacchus company;
(For Bacchus is a Mason bright;
And of all Lodges free.)

Said I, "great Bacchus is a-dry,
Pray give the god some wine;"
Jove in a fury did reply,
"October's as divine."

It makes us Masons more complete,
Adds to our fancy wings;
Makes us as happy and as great
As mighty lords and kings.

Toast

To the Masters and Wardens of all Regular Lodges.

XII.— SONG.

Some folks have with curious impertinence strove,
From Freemasons bosoms their secrets to move,
I'll tell them in vain their endeavours must prove,
Which nobody can deny!

Chorus

Which nobody can deny, &c.

Of that happy secret when we are possessed,
Our tongues can't explain what is lodged in our breasts,
For the blessing's so great it can ne'er be expressed,
Which nobody can deny!

By friendship's strict ties we Brothers are joined,
With mirth in each heart, and content in each mind,
And this is a difficult secret to find,
Which nobody can deny!

But you who would fain our grand secret expose,
One thing best concealed to the world you disclose.
Much folly in blaming what none of you knows,
Which nobody can deny!

Truth, Charity, Justice, our principles are,
What one doth possess, the other may share,
All these in the world are secrets most rare,
Which nobody can deny!

While then we are met the world's wonder and boast,
And all do enjoy what pleases each most,
I'll give you the best and most glorious toast,
Which nobody can deny!

Here's a health to the generous, brave and the good,
To all those who think and act as they should,
In all this the Freemason's health's understood,
Which nobody can deny!

Toast

To all true and faithful Brethren, &c.

XIII.— SONG.

Tune: Oh Polly, you might have toyed and kissed.

You people who laugh at Masons, draw near,
Give ear to my song without any sneer;
And if you'll have patience you soon shall see,
What a noble Art is Masonry.

There's none but an atheist can ever deny,
But that this great Art came first from on high;
The Almighty God here I'll prove for to be,
The first great Master of Masonry.

He took up His Compass with masterly hand,
He stretched out his Rule and he measured the land;
He laid the foundation of Earth and the Sea,
By his known Rules of Masonry.

Our first Father Adam, deny it who can,
A Mason was made as soon as a Man;
And a fig-leaf Apron at first wore he,
In token of's love to Masonry,

The Principal Law our Lodge does approve,
Is that we should live in Brotherly-Love;
Thus Cain was banished by Heaven's decree,
For breaking the Rules of Masonry.

The Temple that wise King Solomon raised,
For beauty, for order, for elegance praised;
To what did it owe its elegancy?
To the just formed Rules of Masonry.

But should I pretend in this humble verse,
The merits of Freemasons' Arts to rehearse;
Years yet to come too little would be,
To sing the praises of Masonry.

Then hoping I've not detained you too long,
I here shall take leave to finish my song;
With a health to the Master and those that are free,
That live to the Rules of Masonry.

Toast

To all the Free-born Sons of the Ancient and Honorable Craft.

XIV.— SONG.

We have no idle prating,

Of either Whig or Tory;

But each agrees,

To live at ease,

And sing or tell a story.

Chorus

Fill to him,

To the brim,

Let it round the table roll;

The Divine

Tells you, wine

Cheers the body and the soul.

We're always men of pleasure,

Despising pride and party;

While knaves and fools

Prescribe us rules,

We are sincere and hearty.

If an Accepted Mason

Should talk of high or low church;

We'll let him down

A shallow crown,

And understand him no church.

The world is all in darkness,

About us they conjecture;

But little think,

A song and drink,

Succeed the Masons lecture.

The landlord bring a hogshead,

And in the corner place it;

Till it rebound,

With hollow sound,

Each Mason here will face it.

Toast

To the Memory of him that first planted a Vine.

XV.— SONG.

Tune: Young Damon once the happy Swain.

A Mason's daughter, fair and young,

The pride of all the virgin throng,

Thus to her lover said;

Though Damon, I your flame approve,

Your actions praise, your person love,

Yet still I'll live a maid.

None shall untie my virgin zone,

But one to whom the secret's known,

Of famed Freemasonry;

In which the great and good combine,

To raise with generous design,

Man to felicity.

The Lodge excludes the fop and fool,

The plodding knave and party tool,

That liberty would sell;

The noble, faithful and the brave,

No golden charms can e'er deceive

In slavery to dwell.

This said, he bowed and went away,

Applied, was made, without delay,

Returned to her again;

The fair one granted his request,

Connubial joys their days have blest,

And may they e'er remain.

Toast

To Masons and to Masons' Bairns,
And those that lie in Masons' Arms

XVI.— SONG.

A health to our sisters let us drink;

For why should not they

Be remembered, I pray,

When of us they so often do think.

'Tis they give the chiefest delight;

Though wine cheers the mind,

And Masonry's kind,

These keep us in transport all night.

Toast

To all the Female Friends of Freemasons.

XVII.— SONG.

Tune: The merry toned Horn.

Sing to the honour of those

Who baseness and error oppose,

Who from sages and magi of old,

Have got secrets which none can unfold;

Whilst through life's swift career,

With mirth and good cheer,

We're revelling,

And levelling

The monarch, till he

Says our joys far transcend

What on thrones do attend,

And thinks it a glory, like us to be free.

The wisest of Kings paved the way,

And his precepts we keep to this day;

The most glorious of Temples gave name

To Freemasons, who still keep the fame;

Though no prince did arise,

So great and so wise;

Yet in falling,

Our calling,

Still bore high applause,

And though darkness o'er run

The face of the sun,

We, diamond-like, blazed to illumine the cause.

Toast

To him that first the Work began, &c.

XVIII.— SONG.

Hail secret Art! by Heaven designed
To cultivate and cheer the mind;
Thy secrets are to all unknown,
But Masons just and true alone.

Chorus

Then let us all their praises sing.
Fellows to peasant, prince, or king,

From east to west we take our way,
To meet the bright approaching day,
That we to work may go in time,
And up the secret ladder climb.

Bright rays of glory did inspire,
Our Master great who came from Tyre;
Still sacred history keeps his name,
Who did the glorious Temple frame.

The noble Art divinely reared,
Uprightly built upon the Square;
Encompassed by the powers divine,
Shall stand until the end of time.

No human eye thy beauties see,
But Masons truly just and free;
Inspired by each heavenly spark,
Whilst cowans labour in the dark.

Toast

To the Memory of the Tyrian Artist, &c.

XIX.— SONG.

Tune: The Entered 'Prentice.

Come, are you prepared,

Your scaffold well reared?

Bring morter and temper it purely;

'Tis all safe I hope,

Well braced with each rope,

Your ledgers and putlocks securely.

Then next your bricks bring,

It is time to begin,

For the sun with its rays is adorning;

The day's fair and clear,

No rain you need fear,

'Tis a charming and lovely fine morning.

Pray where are your tools,

Your line and plumb-rules,

Each man to his work let him stand, boys;

Work solid and sure

Upright and secure,

And your building be sure will be strong, boys;

Pray make no mistake,

But true your joints break,

And take care that you follow your leaders;

Work, rake, back, and tueth,

And make your work smooth,

And be sure that you fill up your headers.

Toast

To the Memory of Virtruvius, Angelo, Wren, and other noble Artists, &c.

You'll find an extended discussion of this poem here on the Masonic Poets Society site.

XX.— SONG.

Tune: On, on, my dear Brethren.

The curious vulgar could never devise
What social Freemasons so highly do prize;
No human conjecture, no study in schools,
Such fruitless attempts are the action of fools.

Sublime are our maxims, our plan from above,
Old as the creation, cemented with love;
To promote all the virtues adorning man's life,
Subduing our passions, preventing all strife.

Pursue, my dear Brethren, embrace with great care,
A system adapted our actions to square;
Whose origin clearly appeareth divine,
Observe how its precepts to virtue incline.

The secrets of nature King Solomon knew,
The names of all trees in the forest that grew;
Architecture his study, Freemasons sole guide,
Thus finished his Temple, antiquity's pride.

True ancient Freemasons our Arts did conceal,
Their hearts were sincere, and not prone to reveal;
Here's the Widow's Son's memory, that mighty great sage,
Who skillfully handled plumb, level and gauge.

Toast next our Grand Master of noble repute,
No Brother presuming his laws to dispute;
No discord, no faction, our Lodge shall divide;
Here truth, love, and friendship must always abide;

Cease, cease, ye vain rebels, your country's disgrace;
To ravage like Vandals, our Arts to deface;
Learn, learn to grow loyal, our King to defend,
And live like Freemasons, your lives to amend.

Toast

To the Ancient Sons of Peace.

XXI.— SONG.

To the foregoing tune.

We Brethren Freemasons, let's mark the great name,
Most ancient and loyal, recorded by fame;
In unity met, let us merrily sing;
The life of a Mason's like that of a king.

No discord, no envy, amongst us shall be,
No confusion of tongues, but let's all agree;
Not like building of Babel, confound one another,
But fill up your glasses and drink to each other.

A tower they wanted to lead them to bliss,
I hope there's no Brother but knows what it is;
Three principal steps in our ladder there be,
A mystery to all but those that are free.

Let the strength of our reason keep the square of our heart,
And virtue adorn every man in his part;
The name of a cowan we'll not ridicule,
But pity his folly and count him a fool.

Let's lead a good life whilst power we have,
And when that our bodies are laid in the grave;
We hope with good conscience to Heaven to climb,
And give Peter the password, the token, and sign.

Saint Peter he opens, and so we pass in,
To a place that's prepared for all those free from sin;
To that heavenly Lodge which is tyled most secure,
A place that's prepared for all Masons who're pure.

Toast

To all pure and upright Masons.

XXII.— SONG.

Tune: What though they call me Country Lass.

What though they call us Masons, fools,

We prove, by Geometry, our rules

Surpass the Arts they teach in schools,

They charge us falsly then:

We make it plainly to appear,

By our behaviour everywhere,

That when you meet with Masons, there

You meet with gentlemen.

'Tis true we once have chargéd been,

With disobedience to our Queen,

But after monarchs plain have seen,

The secrets she had sought:

We hatch no plots against the state,

Nor 'gainst great men in power prate,

But all that's noble, good and great,

Is daily by us taught.

These noble structures which we see,

Raised by our famed Society,

Surprise the world; then shall not we

Give praise to Masonry?

Let those who despise the Art,

Live in a cave or some desart,

To herd with beasts, from men apart,

For their stupidity.

But view those savage nations where

Freemasonry did ne'er appear,

What strange unpolished brutes they are!

Then think on Masonry:

It makes us courteous men alway,

Generous, hospitable and gay,

What other Art the like can say?

Then a health to Masons Free.

Toast

Prosperity to the most ancient and most honourable Craft.

XXIII.— SONG.

Glorious Craft which fires the mind,
With sweet harmony and love;
Surely thou wert first designed
A foretaste of the joys above.

Pleasures always on thee wait,
Thou reformest Adam's race;
Strength and beauty in thee meet,
Wisdom's radiant in thy face.

Arts and virtue now combine,
Friendship raises cheerful mirth;
All united to refine
Men from grosser parts of Earth.

Stately Temples now arise,
And on lofty columns stand;
Mighty domes attempt the skies,
To adorn this happy land.

Toast

To the Secret and Silent.

XXIV.— SONG.

Let malicious people censure,

They're not worth a Mason's answer;

While we drink and sing,

With no conscience to sting,

Let their evil genius plague 'em,

And for Mollies Devil take 'em,

We'll be free and merry,

Drink port and sherry;

Till the stars at midnight shine,

And our eyes with them combine;

The dark night to banish,

Thus we will replenish

Nature, whilst that the glass

Does with the bottle pass:

Brother Mason Free,

Here's to thee, to thee:

And let it run the table round,

While envy does the Masons' foes confound.

Toast

To all Masons who walk the line, &c.

XXV.— SONG.

Come, come, my Brethren dear,
Now we're assembled here,
Exalt your voices clear,
With harmony;
Here none shall be admitted in.
Were he a lord, a duke, or king,
He's counted but an empty thing,
Except he's free.

Chorus

Let every man take glass in hand,
Drink bumpers to our Master Grand,
As long as he can sit or stand
With decency.

By our Arts we prove
Emblems of truth and love,
Types given from above,
To those that are free;
There's ne'er a king that fills a throne,
Will ever be ashamed to own,
Those secrets to the world unknown,
But such as we.

Now Ladies try your arts,
To gain us men of parts,
Who best can please your hearts,
Because we're free;
Take us, try us and you'll find
We're true, loving, just and kind,
And taught to please a lady's mind,
By Masonry.

GRAND CHORUS

God bless King George, long may he reign
To curb the pride of foes who're vain,
And with his conquering sword maintain
Free Masonry;

Toast

To the King's good Health;
The Nation's Wealth;
The Prince God bless;
The Fleet Success;
The Lodge no less.

XXVI.— SONG.

Tune: Fairy Elves.

Come follow, follow me,
Ye jovial Masons free;
Come follow all the rules,
By Solomon, that Mason King,
Who honour to the Craft did bring.

He's justly called the wise,
His fame doth reach the skies;
He stood upon the square,
And did the Temple rear;
With true level, plumb and gauge,
He proved the wonder of the age.

The mighty Mason lords,
Stood firmly to their words;
They had it in esteem,
For which they're wise men deemed;
Why should not their example prove,
Our present Craft to live in love.

The Royal Art and word,
Are kept upon record;
In upright hearts and pure,
While sun and moon endure;
Not written, but indented on
The heart of every Arch-Mason.

And as for Hiram's Art,
We need not to impart;
The scripture plainly shows,
From whence his knowledge flows;
His genius was so much refined,
His peer he has not left behind.

Then let not any one
Forget the Widow's Son;
But toast his memory;
In glasses charged full high;
And when our proper time is come,
Like Brethren part, and so go home.

Toast

To him that did the Temple rear, &c.

XXVII.— SONG.

With Plumb, Level and Square,

To work let's prepare,

And join in sweet harmony;

Let's fill up each glass,

And around let it pass

To all honest men that are free.

Chorus

Then a fig for all those

Who are Freemasons' foes,

Our secrets we'll never impart;

But in unity

We'll always agree,

And chorus it, prosper our Art.

When we were properly clothed,

The Master disclosed

The secrets that lodged in his breast;

Thus we stand by the cause

That deserves great applause,

In which we are happily blest.

The Bible's our guide,

And by that we'll abide,

Which shews that our actions are pure;

The Compass and Square

Are emblems most rare,

Of justice our cause to insure,

The cowan may strive,

May plot and contrive,

To find out, our great mystery;

The inquisitive wife

May in vain spend her life,

For still we'll be honest and free,

True Brotherly-Love, we always approve,

Which makes us all mortals excel;

If a knave should by chance,

to this Grandeur advance,

That villain we'll straightway expel.

Our Lodge, that's so pure,

To the end will endure,

In virtue and true secrecy;

Then let's toast a good health,

With honour and wealth,

To attend the blest hands made us free,

Toast

To each true and faithful heart,
That still preserves the secret Art.

XXVIII.— SONG.

Tune: Jerry Fitzgerald.

King Solomon, that wise projector,
In Masonry took great delight;
And Hiram, that great Architector,
Whose actions shall ever shine bright:
From the heart of a true honest Mason,
There's none can the secret move;
Our maxims are Justice, Morality,
Friendship, and Brotherly-Love.

We meet like true friends on the Square,
And part on a Level that's fair;
Alike we respect king and beggar,
Provided they're just and sincere:
We scorn an ungenerous action,
None can with Freemasons compare;
We love for to live within Compass,
By rules that are honest and fair.

Success to all Accepted Masons,
There's none can their honour pull down;
For ever since the glorious Creation,
These brave men were held in renown.
When Adam was king of all nations,
He formed a plan with all speed;
And soon made a sweet habitation,
For him and his companion Eve.

We exclude all talkative fellows,
That will babble and prate past their wit;
They ne'er shall come into our secret,
For they're neither worthy nor fit:
But the persons who're well recommended,
And we find them honest and true;
When our Lodge is well tyled, we'll prepare 'em,
And like Masons our work we'll pursue.

There are some foolish people reject us,
For which they are highly to blame;
They cannot show any objection
Or reason for doing the same:
The Art's a divine inspiration,
As all honest men will declare;
So here's to all true hearted Brothers,
That live within Compass and Square.

Toast

To all those who live within Compass and Square.

XXIX.— SONG.

Tune: By Jove I'll be free.

Of all institutions to form well the mind,
And make us to every virtue inclined;
None can with the Craft of Freemasons compare,
Nor teach us so truly our actions to square;
For it was ordained by our founder's decree,
That we should be loyal, be loving and free.

Chorus

Be loving and free, &c.

We in harmony, friendship, and unity meet,
And every Brother most lovingly greet;
And, when we see one in distress, still impart
Some comfort to cheer and enliven his heart;
Thus we always live and for ever agree,
Resolved to be loyal, most loving and free.

By Points of good fellowship we stiil do accord,
Observing each Brother's true sign, grip, and word;
Which from our great Architect was handed down,
And ne'er will to any but Masons be known;
Then here's to our Brethren of every degree,
Who always are loyal, are loving and free,

Thus we interchangeably hold one another,
To let mankind see how we're linked to each Brother;
No monarch that secret not e'er can untie,
Nor can prying mortals the reason know why;
For our hearts, like our hands, united shall be,
Still secret, still loyal. still loving and free,

Toast

To all Free Social Masons, &c.

XXX.— SONG.

To the foregoing Tune.

Magna est Veritas et prevalebit.

To the science that virtue and art do maintain,
Let the muse pay her tribute in soft gliding strain;
Those mystic perfections so fond to display,
As far as allowed to poetical lay;
Each profession and class of mankind must agree,
That Masons alone are the men who are free,

Chorus

The Men who are free, &c.

Their origin they with great honour can trace,
From the sons of religion and singular grace;
Great Hiram and Solomon, virtue to prove,
Made this the grand secret of friendship and love;
Each profession and class of mankind must agree,
That Masons, of all Men, are certainly free.

The smart and the beau, the coquette and the prude,
The dull and the comic, the heavy and rude,
In vain may enquire; then fret and despise
An Art that's still secret, against all they devise;
Each profession and class of mankind must agree,
That Masons, though secret, are loyal and free.

Commit it to thousands of different mind,
And this golden precept you'll certainly find,
Nor interest, nor terror can make them reveal,
Without just admittance, what they should conceal;
Each profession and class of mankind must agree,
That Masons alone are both secret and free,

Fair virtue and friendship, religion and love,
The cement of this noble science still prove;
'Tis the lock and the key of the most godly rules,
And not to be trusted to knaves or to fools;
Each profession and class of mankind must agree,
That ancient Freemasons are steady and free.

The Israelites distinguished their friends from their foes,
By signs and by characters; then why should those
Of vice and unbelief, be permitted to pry
Into secrets that Masons alone should descry?
Each profession and class of mankind must agree,
That Masons, of all men, are secret and free,

The dunce he imagines, that science and art
Depend on some compact or magical part;
Thus men are so stupid, to think that the cause
Of our constitution's against divine laws;
Each profession and class of mankind must agree,
That Masons are jovial, religious and free,

Push about the brisk bowl, and let it circling pass,
Let each chosen Brother lay hold on a glass,
And drink to the heart that will always conceal,
And the tongue that our secrets will never reveal;
Each profession and class of mankind must agree,
That the sons of old Hiram are certainly free,

Toast

To the innocent and faithful Crafts.

XXXI.— SONG.

Tune: Rule Britannia.

When earth's foundation first was laid,
By the Almighty Artist's hand;
'Twas then our perfect laws were made,
Established by His strict command.

Chorus

Hail! mysterious, hail glorious Masonry,
That makes us ever great and free.

As Man throughout for shelter sought,
In vain from place to place did roam;
Until from Heaven he was taught
To plan, to build, and fix his home.

Hence illustrious rose our Art,
And now in beauteous piles appear;
Which shall to endless time impart,
How worthy and how great we are.

Nor we less famed for every tie,
By which the human thought is bound;
Love, truth and friendship socially,
Unite our hearts and hands around.

Our actions still by virtue blest,
And to our precepts ever true;
The world admiring, shall request
To learn, and our bright paths pursue.

Toast

To all true Masons and upright,
Who saw the East where rose the Light.

XXXII. - SONG.

Come, boys, let us more liquor get,

Since jovially, we are all met,

Here none will disagree;

Let's drink and sing, and all combine,

In songs to praise that Art divine,

That's called Freemasonry.

True knowledge seated in the head,

Instructs us Masons how to tread,

The paths we ought to go:

By which we ever friends create,

Drown care and strife and all debate,

Count none but fools our foe.

Here sorrow knows not how to weep,

And watchful grief is lulled asleep,

In our Lodge we know no care;

Join hand in hand before we part,

Each Brother takes his glass with heart,

And toasts some charming Fair.

Hear me, ye gods, and whilst I live,

Good Masons and good liquor give,

Then always happy me;

Like wise a gentle She I crave,

Until I'm summoned to my grave,

But when I'm summoned to my grave,

Adieu my Lodge and She.

Toast

To each charming Fair and faithful She,
That loves the Craft of Masonry.

XXXIII.— SONG.

Guardian genius of our Art divine,
Unto Thy faithful sons appear;
Cease now o'er ruins of the east to pine,
And smile in blooming beauties here.

Egypt, Syria, and proud Babylon,
No more thy blissful presence claim;
In England fix Thy ever-during throne,
Where myriads do confess Thy name.

The sciences from eastern regions brought,
Which, after shown in Greece and Rome,
Are here in several stately Lodges taught;
To which remotest Brethren come.

Behold what strength our rising domes uprears,
Till mixing with the azure skies;
Behold what beauty through the whole appears,
So wisely built they must surprise.

Nor are we only to these arts confined,
Nor we the paths of virtue trace;
By us man's rugged nature is refined
And polished into love and peace.

Toast

To the Increase of perpetual Friendship, and Peace amongst the Ancient Craft.

XXXIV.— AN ODE ON MASONRY.

Genius of Masonry descend,

In mystic numbers while we sing;

Enlarge our souls, the Craft defend,

And hither all thy influence bring;

With social thoughts our bosoms fill,

And give thy turn to every will.

While yet Batavia's wealthy powers,

Neglect thy beauties to explore;

And winding Seine adorned with towers,

Laments thee wandering from his shore;

Here spread thy wings and glad these Isles,

Where arts reside and freedom smiles.

Behold the Lodge rise into view,

The work of industry and art;

'Tis grand, and regular, and true,

For so is each good Mason's heart;

Friendship cements it from the ground,

And secrecy shall fence it round.

A slately dome overlooks our east,

Like orient Phœbus in the morn;

And two tall pillars in the west,

At once support us and adorn;

Upholden thus the structure stands,

Untouched by sacrilegious hands.

By concord formed, our souls agree,

Nor fate this union shall destroy;

Our toils and sports alike are free,

And all is harmony and joy;

So Salem's Temple rose by rule,

Without the noise of noxious tool.

As when Amphion tuned his song,

Even rugged rocks the music knew;

Smooth into form they glide along,

And to a Thebes the desert grew;

So at the sound of Hiram's voice,

We rise, we join, and we rejoice.

Then may our vows to virtue move,

To Virtue owned in all her parts;

Come, candour, innocence, and love,

Come and possess our faithful hearts;

Mercy, who feeds the hungry poor,

And Silence, guardian of the door.

As thou Astrea, though from earth,

When men on men began to prey;

Thou fledst to claim celestial birth,

Down from Olympus winged thy way;

And mindful of thy ancient seat,

Be present still where Masons meet.

Immortal Science too, be near,

We own thy empire o'er the mind;.

Dressed in thy radiant robes appear,

With all thy beauteous train behind;

Invention young and blooming there,

Here Geometry with Rule and Square.

In Egypt's fabric learning dwelt,

And Roman breasts could virtue hide;

But Vulcan's rage the building felt,

And Brutus, last of Romans died;

Since when, dispersed the sisters rove,

Or fill paternal thrones above.

But lost to half of human race,

With us the Virtues shall revive;

And driven no more from place to place,

Here Science shall be kept alive;

And manly talk, the child of sense,

Shall banish vice and dulness hence.

United thus, and for these ends,

Let scorn deride and envy rail;

From age to age the Craft descends,

And what we build shall never fail;

Nor shall the world our works survey,

But every Brother keeps the key.

Toast

To each faithful Brother, both ancient and young;
That governs his passions, and bridles his tongue.

XXXV.— THE PROGRESS OF MASONRY.

Pray lend me your ears my dear Brethren a while,
Full sober my sense, though joking my style;
I sing of such wonders unknown to all those,
Who flutter in verse, or who hobble in prose.

As all in confusion the chaos yet lay;
Ere evening and morning had made the first day;
The unformed materials lay tumbling together.
Like so many Dutchmen in thick foggy weather.

When to this confusion no end thsre appeared.
The sovereign Mason's Word sudden was heard;
Then teemed Mother Chaos with maternal throes,
By which this great Lodge of the world then arose.

Then Earth and the Heavens with jubilee rung,
And all the Creation of Masonry sung;
When lo, to complete and adorn the gay ball,
Old Adam was made the Grand Master of all.

But Satan met Eve as she was a-gadding,
And set her (as since, all her daughters) a-madding;
To find out the secrets of Freemasonry,
She ate of the fruit of the forbidden tree.

Then as she was filled with high flowing fancies,
As ever was fond girl who deals in romances;
She thought her with knowledge sufficiently crammed.
And said to her spouse, "My dear, eat and be damned."

But Adam astonished like one struck with thunder,
Beheld her from head to foot over with wonder;
"Now you have done this thing, Madam," said he,
"For your sake no women Freemasons shall be."

Now as she bewailed her in sorrowful ditty,
The good man beheld her, and on her took pity;
Freemasons are tender, so for the sad dame,
He made her an Apron to cover her shame.

Then did they solace in mutual joys,
Till in process of time they had two chopping boys;
The priest of the parish, as gossips devised,
By names Cain and Abel, the youths circumcised.

Old Father Seth next mounts on the stage,
In manners severe, but in Masonry sage;
He built up two pillars that were tall and thick,
One was made of stone, and the other of brick.

On them he engraved, with wonderful skill,
Each liberal science with adamant quill;
Proportion and rule he formed by the Square,
And directed the use of all Masonry there.

But soon did mankind behave past enduring,
In drinking, in swearing, in fighting, and whoring;
Then Jove arose, and fierce in his anger,
Said, "That he would suffer such miscreants no longer."

Then from their high windows the heavens did pour,
Forty days and nights one continual shower;
Till nought could be seen but the waters around,
And in this great Deluge most mortals were drowned.

Sure never was beheld so dreadful a sight,
As the old World in such a very odd plight!
For there was to be seen all animals swimming,
Men, monkeys, priests, lawyers, cats, lapdogs, and women.

There floated a debtor away from his duns,
And next Father Greybeard stark-naked midst nuns;
Likewise a poor husband not minding his life,
Contented in drowning to shake off his wife.

A king and a cobler next mingled to view,
And spendthrift young heirs there were not a few;
A Whale and a Dutchman came down with the tide,
And reverend old bishop by a young wench's side.

But Noah being wisest, faithful and upright,
He built him an ark so stout and so tight;
Though heaven and earth seemed to come together;
He was safe in his Lodge, and feared not the weather.

Then after the flood, like a Brother so true,
Who still had the good of the Craft in his view;
He delved the ground and he planted the vine,
He formed a Lodge, aye, and gave his Lodge wine.

Let statesmen toss, tumble, and jumble the ball,
We sit safe in our Lodge and we laugh at them all;
Let bishops wear lawn-sleeves, and kings have their ointment,
Freemasonry sure is by Heaven's appointment.

Now charge my dear Brethren, and chorus with me,
A health to all Masons both honest and free;
Nor be less our duty unto our great King.
So God bless great George let each Brother sing.

Toast

To the King and the Craft (as the Master's Song.)

XXXVI.— SONG.

Tune: Mutual Love.

As Masons once on Shinar's Plain,

Met to revive their arts again,

Did mutually agree,

So now we meet in Britain's Isle,

And make the royal Craft to smile

In ancient Masonry.

The Masons in this happy land,

Have now revived the ancient grand,

And the strong Tuscan laid,

Each faithful Brother by a sign,

Like Salem's sons each other join,

And soon each other made.

Thrice happy blest Fraternity,

Whose basis is sweet unity,

And makes us all agree,

Kings, dukes and lords, to us they're kind,

As we to beggars, when we find

Them skilled in Masonry.

How happy are the ancient brave,

Who no false cowan can deceive,

And may they so remain,

No modern Craftsmen e'er did know

What signs our Master to us show,

Though long they strove in vain,

The horned Buck and Gallican ^[*],

As the monkey imitates the man,

Their clubs do Lodges call,

While ancient Masons know full well,

No fools like those, amongst them dwell,

No, no, nor never shall.

My Brethren all take glass in hand,

And toast our noble Master Grand,

And in full chorus sing,

A health to ancient Masons free,

Throughout the globe wherever they be,

And so God save the King.

Toast

To all ancient Masons wheresoever dispersed or oppressed, round the globe, &c.

^[*]A certain club who call themselves Antigallic Masons, are here meant, and not the laudable association of Antigallicans, whom I esteem as an honourable and useful Society, and worthy of imitation.

XXXVII.— SONG

Tune: Greedy Midas.

With harmony and flowing wine,
My Brethren all come with me join;
To celebrate this happy day,
And to our Master homage pay.

Hail! happy, happy, sacred place,
Where friendship smiles in every face;
And Royal Art doth fill the chair,
Adorned with his noble Square.

Next sing, my Muse, our Warden's praise,
With chorus loud in tuneful lays;
Oh! may these columns ne'er decay,
Until the world dissolves away.

My Brethren all come join with me,
To sing the praise of Masonry;
The noble, faithful and the brave,
Whose Arts shall live beyond the grave.

Let envy hide her shameful face;
Before us ancient sons of peace;
Whose golden precepts stiil remain,
Free from envy, pride or stain.

Toast

To Salem's sons, &c.

XXXVIII.— SONG.

Tune: Ye Mortals that love Drinking.

Ye ancient sons of Tyre,
In chorus join with me;
And imitate your sire,
Who was famed for Masonry;
His ancient dictates follow,
And from them never part;
Let each sing like Apollo,
And praise the Royal Art.

Like Salem's second story,
We raise the Craft again;
Which still retains its glory,
The secret here remains;
Amongst true ancient Masons,
Who always did disdain
These new invented fashions,
Which we know all are vain.

Our Temple now rebuilding,
You see Grand Columns^[*] rise;
The Magi then resembling,
They are both good and wise;
Each seem as firm as Atlas,
Who on his shoulders bore
The starry frames of heaven;
What mortals can do more?

Come now, my loving Brethren,
In chorus join all round;
With flowing wine, full bumpers,
Let Masons healths be crowned;
And let each envious cowan,
By our good actions see,
That we're made free and loving
By Art of Mansonry.

Toast

To the Memory of P. H. Z. L. and J. A.

XXXIX.- SONG.

Tune: The Entered 'Prentice.

From the depths let us raise
Our voices and praise
The works of the glorious creation;
And extol the great fame
Of our Maker's great name,
And His love to an Accepted Mason.

In primitive times,
When men, by high crimes,
Had caused a great devestation;
When the floods did abound,
And all mankind were drowned,
Save the Free and Accepted Mason.

There were architects four,
Where billows did roar,
Were saved from that great inundation;
Whose Father from on high,
Taught Geometry,
That honoured science of a Mason.

In an Ark that was good,
Made of gopher wood,
And was built by divine ordination;
And the first in his time,
That planted a vine,
Was a Free and an Accepted Mason.

Then Nimrod the Great,
Did next undertake
To build him to Heaven a station;
But tongues of all kind,
Prevented his mind,
For he was no excellent Mason.

When Pharaoh, the King
Of Egypt did bring,
To bondage our whole generation,
That King got a fall,
And his magicians all,
By a princely and learned wise Mason.

Then through the Red Sea,
Heaven guided their way,
By two pillars of divine ordination;
And Pharaoh's great train
Were lost in the main,
For pursuing an army of Masons.

When Amalek's King,
Great forces did bring,
Likewise the great Midianite nation;
Those kings got a fall,
And their great armies all,
And their wealth fell a spoil to those Masons.

In the Plains they did rear
A pavilion fair.
The beauty of all the creation;
Each part in its square,
Which none could compare,
Save a Free and an Accepted Mason.

King Solomon, he
Was known to be free,
Built a holy Grand Lodge for his nation;
Each beautiful part
Was due to the Art
Of Hiram, the great learned Mason.

They to Jordan did go,
And met their proud foe,
And fought the great Canaanite nation;
Whose gigantic strain
Could never sustain
The force of an army of Masons

Then let each Mason that's free,
Toast his memory,
Join hands without dissimulation;
Let cowans think on,
We know they are wrong,
Drink an health to an Accepted Mason.

But if any so mean,
Through avarice or stain,
Should debase himself in this high station;
That person so mean,
For such cursed gain,
Should be slain by the hand of a Mason.

Toast

To all just and faithful Masons.

XL.— SONG.

'Tis Masonry unites mankind,
To generous actions forms the soul;
In friendly converse all conjoined,
One spirit animates the whole.

Wherever aspiring domes arise,
Wherever sacred altars stand;
Those altars blaze unto the skies,
Those domes proclaim the Mason's hand.

As passions rough, the soul disguise,
Till science cultivates the mind;
So the rude stone unshapen lies,
Till by the Mason's Art refined.

Though still our chief concern and care,
Be to deserve a Brother's name;
Yet ever mindful of the Fair,
Their kindest influence we claim.

Let wretches at our manhood rail;
But they who once our Order prove,
Will own that we who build so well,
With equal energy can love.

Sing Brethren then the Craft divine,
(Blest band of social joy and mirth)
With choral sound and cheerful wine,
Proclaim its virtues o'er the earth.

XLI.— SONG.

[Alternate version of song LXIV.]

Once I was blind and could not see,

And all was dark around!

But Providence did pity me,

And soon a friend I found;

Through secret paths my friend me led;

Such paths as babblers never tread.

All stumbling blocks he took away,

That I might walk secure;

And brought me long ere break of Day,

To wisdom's temple-door;

When there we both admittance found,

To mystic paths on hallowed ground.

Though haughty in my bold attempt,

Blest thoughts did me alarm;

Which hinted I was not exempt

(If rash) from double harm;

Which quickly stopped my rising pride,

And made me trust more to my Guide.

By solemn pace I was led up,

And passed through the bright dome;

But soon I was obliged to stop,

Till I myself made known;

Then round in ancient form was brought,

For to obtain that which I sought.

With humble heart, in proper form,

I listened with good-will;

And found instead of noise and storm,

That all was hushed and still;

And soon a heavenly sound did hear,

That quite dispelled all doubt and fear.

The guardian of this mystic charm,

In shining jewels dressed;

Said, that I need to fear no harm,

If faithful was my Breast;

For though to rogues he was severe,

No harm an honest man need fear.

Bright Wisdom, from his awful throne,

Bid darkness to withdraw;

No sooner said but it was done,

And then ——— great things I saw;

What what were they? ——— I now won't tell,

They safely in my breast shall dwell.

Then round and round me did he tie

An ancient noble charm;

Which future darkness will defy,

And ward of cowans harm;

With instruments, in number, three,

To learn the Art of Geometry.

XLII.— SONG.

Attend, loving Brethren, and to me give ear,
Our work being ended, let's lay aside care;
Let mirth and good humour our senses regale,
And mind that our secrets we never reveal.

With leave of his Worship that here fills the Chair,
Who governs our actions by Compass and Square;
We'll sing a few verses in Masonry's praise,
Not fond of ambition, we look for no bays,

Our ancient Grand Master inspired by the Lord,
On holy Moriah, as in Scripture declared;
The stupendous structure began for to frame,
In the month called Ziff, and fourth year of his reign.

With Level and Square the foundation begun,
In length sixty cubits, breadth nineteen and one;
Here Masonry shone above all other arts,
So sublime the great secret the artist imparts.

Old Hiram of Tyre, King David's great friend,
Did fir, pine, and cedar, from Lebanon send,
To build the Sanctorum by Masonry-skill,
Subsequent unto the great Architect's will.

One hundred and fifty-three thousand, six hundred
Employed for the Temple, we find they were numbered;
With Crafts many thousands, and bearers of loads,
And Masters six hundred the Scripture records.

Who formed themselves into Lodges, they say,
Some east and some west, some north and south way;
In love, truth and justice go successfully on,
In all well ruled realms that were under the sun.

Now let the brisk bumper go merrily round,
May our worthy Master in honour abound;
May his instructive precepts to virtue us move,
To live like true Brethren in friendship and love.

Let Moderns and critics with impious rage,
Amuse the vain town and against us engage;
Let Prichard and his followers, apostates profane,
With false tenets puzzle each lethargic brain.

All health to our Brethren of every degree,
Dispersed round the globe, or by land or by sea;
Freserve them, ye Powers, their virtues improve,
When we part on the Level we may meet all above.

XLIII.—SONG.

See in the East the Master placed,

How graceful unto us the sight;

His Wardens just he doth intrust,

His noble orders to set right;

Wherever he list, his Deacons straightway run,

To see the Lodge well tyled, and work begun,

Like Tyre's sons, we then pursue

The noble science we profess,

Each Mason to his calling true

Down to the lowest from the best;

Square, Plumb and Level, we do all maintain,

Emblems of justice are, and shall remain.

King Solomon, the great Mason,

Honour unto the Craft did raise,

The Tyrian Prince and Widow's Son,

Let every Brother jointly praise;

The memory of these three shall never die;

We'll toast their names in glasses charged full high.

XLIV.— SONG.

Tune: Rule Britannia.

Attend, attend to the strains,

Ye Masons Free, whilst I,

To celebrate your fame,

Your virtues found on high;

Accepted Masons free and bold,

Will never live the dupes of gold.

Great Solomon the King,

Great Architect of fame;

Of whom all coasts did ring,

Revered a Mason's name:

Like him accepted free and bold

True Wisdom we prefer to gold.

Since him, the great and wise

Of every age and clime,

With fame that never dies,

Pursued the Art sublime;

Inspired by Heaven, just and free,

Have honoured much our Masonry.

The glorious paths of those,

With Heaven-born wisdom crowned,

We every day disclose,

And tread on sacred ground;

A Mason, righteous, just and free,

Or else not worthy Masonry.

XLV.— SONG.

Tune: Bonny Broom.

To Masonry your voices raise,
Ye Brethren of the Craft;
To that and your great Master's Praise,
Let bumpers now be quaffed:
True friendship, love and concord join,
Possess a Mason's heart:
Those virtues beautify the mind,
And still adorn the Art.

Chorus

Hail, all hail, my Brethren dear;
All hail to ye alway;
Regard the Art while ye have life,
Revere it every day.

Whilst thus in unity we join,
Our hearts still good and true;
Inspired by the grace divine,
And no base ends in view:
We friendly meet, ourselves employ,
To improve the fruitful mind;
With blessings which can never cloy,
But dignify mankind.

No flinty hearts amongst us are,
We're generous and kind;
The needy man our fortune shares,
If him we worthy find:
Our charity from east to west,
To each worthy object we
Defuse, as is the great behest,
To every man that's free.

Thus blessed and blessing well we know,
Our joys can never end;
For long as vital spirits flow,
A Mason finds a friend:
Then join your hearts and tongues with mine,
Our glorious Arts to praise;
Discreetiy take the generous wine,
Let reason rule your ways.

XLVI.— AN ODE.

Recitative

Blessed be the day that gave to me
The secrets of Freemasonry;
In that my sole ambition's placed,
In that alone let me be graced,
No greater title let me bear.
Than what's pertaining to the Square.

Air

Though envious mortals vainly try
On us to call absurdity,
We laugh at all their spleen;
The levelled man, the upright heart,
Shall still adorn the glorious Art,
Nor mind their vile chagrin:
The ermined robe, and reverend crozier too,
Have proved us noble, honest, just and true.

Chorus

In vain then let prejudiced mortals declare
Their hate of us Masons, we're truly sincere;
If for that they despise us, their folly they prove,
For a Mason's grand maxim is brotherly-love;
But yet, after all, if they'd fain be thought wise,
Let 'em enter the Lodge, and we'll open their eyes.

XLVII.— SONG.

How blest are we from ignorance freed,

And the base notions of mankind,

Here every virtuous moral deed,

Instructs and fortifies the mind!

Hail! ancient, hallowed, solemn ground,

Where Light and Masoary I found.

Hence vile detractors, from us fly,

Far to the gloomy shades of night,

Like owls that hate the mid-day sky,

And shrink with envy from the light;

With them over graves and ruins rot,

For hating knowledge you know not.

When we assemble on a hill,

Or in due form upon the plain;

Our Master doth with learned skill,

The sacred plan and work explain:

No busy eye nor cowan ear,

Can our grand mystery see or hear.

Our table decked with shining truth,

Sweet emblems that elate the heart;

While each attentive listening youth,

Burns to perform his worthy part;

Resolving with religious care,

To live by Compass, Rule and Square.

Our Master watching in the East,

The golden streaks of rising sun,

To see his men at labour placed,

Who all like willing Crafts do run:

Oh! may his wisdom ever be,

Honour to us and Masonry.

Not far from him, as gnomon true,

Beauty stands with watchful eye,

Whose cheerful voice our spirits renew,

And each his labour doth lay by:

His kind refreshing office still,

Inspires each Craft in Mason's Skill.

See in the West our oblong's length,

The brave Corinthian Pillar stands,

The Lodge's friend, and greatest strength,

Rewarding Crafts with liberal hands:

Pure this our Lodge must lasting be,

Supported by these columns three.

As bees from flowers, honey bring,

Sweet treasure to their muster stores;

So Masons do each sacred thing,

And wonders from the distant shores:

To enrich the Lodge with wisdom's light,

Where babbling folly's lost in night.

Each Roman chief did proudly view

That Temple's rising to the sky,

And as they nations did subdue,

They raised triumphal arches high;

Which got us Masons such a name,

As vies with mighty Cæsars fame.

The kings who raised Diana's Columns ^[*]

With Royal Art, by skillful hands;

As priests recorded in their volumes,

And poets sing to distant lands:

The adorning world that did them see,

Forgot the enshrined Deity.

Such is our boast, my Brethren dear,

Fellows to kings, and princes too;

The Master's gift — was proud to wear,

As now the great and noble do:

The great, the noble and the sage,

Masons revered from age to age.

Chorus

Then to each Brother in distress,

Throughout the nations, parts or climes,

Charge Brethren to his quick redress,

As Masons did in ancient times;

From want and hardships, set them free,

Blessed with health and Masonry.

Nor once forget the lovely Fair,

Divinely made of Adam's bone;

Whose heavenly looks can banish care,

And ease the sighing lover's moan;

To them whose soft enjoyment brings

Us heroes, architects and kings.

XLVIII.— SONG.

Come fill up a bumper and let it go round,
Let mirth and good fellowship always abound;
And let the world see,
That Freemasonry
Doth teach honest souls to be jovial and free.

Our Lodge now composed of honest free hearts,
Our Master most freely his secrets imparts;
And so we improve,
In knowledge and love,
By help from our mighty Grand Master above.

Let honour and friendship eternally reign,
Let each Brother Mason the truth so maintain;
That all may agree,
That Freemasonry,
Doth teach honest souls to be jovial and free.

In mirth and good fellowlhip we will agree,
For none are more blest or more happy than we;
And thus we'll endure.
While our actions are pure,
Kind Heaven those blessings to us doth insure.

XLIX.— SONG.

Tune: Rule Britannia.

Urania sing the Art divine,
Beauty, Strength and Wisdom, grace each line;
Soar higher than Jove's famed bird can go,
Though out of sight, his flight's too low;
Boast Ubiquarians from this your pedigree,
But we from Jove take Masonry.

When the great Architect designed,
Brooding nature's plan, and made mankind;
Then He ordained the Mason's orders fair,
For Masonry was all His care;
By omniscience and Freemasonry,
The jarring elements He made agree.

The Almighty, by Masonry, did scheme
His holy dwelling-house, and Heaven did name;
Made many mansions, which He supplied with light,
Proceeding from His essence bright,
With shining stars adorned the vaulted skies;
To raise our wonder and surprise.

By Masonry, this stupendous ball,
He poised in Geometry, and measured all
With line East and West; also from North to South:
This spacious Lodge He measured out;
And adorned with precious jewels three,
As useful Light to Masonry.

To rule the day the Almighty made the sun,
To rule night He also made the moon;
And godlike Adam, a Master Mason free,
To rule and teach posterity;
Sanctity of reason, and majesty of thought,
Amongst Freemasons should be sought.

In the Deluge where mortals lost their lives,
God saved four worthy Masons and their wives;
And in the Ark great Noah a Lodge did hold,
Shem and Japheth his Wardens we are told;
And Ham as Tyler, was ordered to secure,
From all their wives, the secret door ^[*].

When Israel's sons were held in slavery,
God sent His word and sign to set them free;
Nightly by fire, and in a cloud by day,
He paved His loved Freemasons way:
Through the Red Sea, with wondrous mystery,
From Pharaohs yoke He set them free.

On Horeb's Mount great Moses did stand,
With Wardens twain, and rod of God in hand;
Devoutly prayed by word and sign to Heaven,
Whilst to his Deputy, conquest was given;
When on Mount Nebo, he saw the land and died,
Jehovah did his time provide.

The world's great wonders, mankind agree, -
Their beauties owe to the Art of Masonry;
Ephesus Temple, the Walls of Babylon,
And Labyrinth's wonderous works unknown;
The Pyramids, Mausoleum, and famed Colossus high,
And Olympus greeting the azure sky.

By God's command and Freemasonry,
The Teinple had most exact symmetry;
In order raised by Hiram's mighty Art,
From nature's rude materials start;
The world's wonders before were deemed but seven,
Till this grand fabric made them even.

Come charge, charge your glasses speedily,
To all true Brothers skilied in Masonry;
Likewise the King, long happy may he reign,
Old England's glory to maintain;
In order stand, you know the ancient charge,
Pay due respect to mighty George.

^[*]And so soon as ever the day began to break, Noah stood up towards the body of Adam; and before the Lord, he and his sons, Shem, Ham and Japheth, and Noah prayed, &c. And the women answered, from another part of the Ark, Amen, Lord. — See Caten. Arab. C. xxv. Fol. B.

L.— AN ODE.

Wake the lute and quivering strings,
Mystic truths Urania brings;
Friendly visitant, to thee
We owe the depths of Masonry;
Fairest of the virgin choir,
Warbling to the golden lyre;
Welcome here, thy art prevail,
Hail, divine Urania, hail.

Here, in friendship's sacred bower,
Thy downy winged and smiling hour,
Mirth invites, and social song,
Nameless mysteries among:
Crown the bowl, and fill the glass
To every virtue, every grace;
To the Brotherhood resound
Health, and let it twice go round.

We restore the times of old,
The blooming glorious age of gold;
As the new creation free,
Blest with gay Euphrosyne:
We with godlike Science talk,
And with fair Astrea walk;
Innocence adorn the day,
Brighter than the smiles of May.

Pour the rosy wine again,
Wake a louder, louder strain;
Rapid zephyrs, as ye fly,
Waft our voices to the sky;
While we celebrate the nine,
And the wonders of the Trine.
While the angels sing above,
As we below, of peace and love.

LI.— SONG.

Hail! sacred Art, by Heaven designed.
A gracious blessing for mankind;
Peace, joy, and love thou dost bestow,
On us thy votaries below.

Bright Wisdom's footsteps here we trace,
From Solomon that prince of peace;
Whose glorious maxims still we hold,
More precious than rich Ophir's gold.

His heavenly proverbs to us tell
How we on earth should ever dwell;
In harmony and social Love,
To emulate the blest above.

Now having wisdom for our guide,
By its sweet precepts we'll abide;
Envy and hatred we'll dispel,
No wrathful fool with us shall dwell.

Vain, empty grandeur, shall not find
It's dwelling in a Mason's mind;
A Mason who is true and wise,
It's glittering pomp will always despise.

Humility, love, joy, and peace,
Within his mind shall find their place;
Virtue and wisdom thus combined,
Shall decorate the Mason's mind.

LII.— SONG.

Tune: God save the King.

Hail! Masonry divine,

Glory of Ages shine,

Long mayest thou hold;

Wherever thy Lodges stand,

May they have great command,

And always grace the land,

Thou Art divine.

Great fabrics still arise,

And touch the azure skies,

Great are thy schemes;

Thy noble orders are

Matchless beyond compare,

No art with thee can share,

Thou Art divine.

Hiram the Architect,

Did all the Craft direct,

How they should build;

Solomon great Israel's king,

Did mighty blessings bring,

And left us room to sing

Hail! Royal Art.

LIII.— SONG.

Let Masons be merry each night when they meet,
And always each other most lovingly greet,
Let envy and discord be sunk in the deep,
By such as are able great secrets to keep;
Let all the world gaze on our Art with surprise,
They're all in the dark till we open their eyes.

Whoever is known to act on the square,
And likewise well skilled in our secrets rare,
Are always respected whether wealthy or poor,
And never yet was careless of things that are pure.
Their actions are bright and their lives spent in love,
At length will be happy in the Grand Lodge above.

We are brothers to princes, and fellows to kings,
Our fame through the world continually rings;
As we lovingly meet so we lovingly part,
No Mason did ever bear malice at heart,
The fool that's conceited we'll never despise,
Let him come to the Lodge and we'll make him more wise.

The Sanctum Sanctorum by Masons is framed,
And all the fine works which the Temple contained,
By Hiram's contrivance, the pride of my song,
The noise of a tool was not heard all along;
And the number of Masons that round it did move,
By him were directed, inspired from above.

LIV.— SONG.

If unity be good in every degree,
What can be compared to that of Masonry?
In unity we meet, in unity we part;
Let every Mason chorus, Hail! mighty Art.

The vulgar often murmur at our noble Art,
Because the great arcanum we don't to them impart;
In ignorance let them live, and in ignorance let them die,
Be silent and secret let every Mason cry.

Let a bumper be crowned unto the Art of Masonry,
And to each jovial Brother that is a Mason free;
We act upon the Square, on the Level we'll depart,
Let every Mason sing, Hail! glorious Art.

LV.— SONG.

Tune: The Miller of Mansfield.

How happy a Mason whose bosom still flows
With friendship, and ever most cheerfully goes,
The effects of the mysteries lodged in his breast,
Mysteries revered and by princes possessed!
Our friends and our bottle we best can enjoy,
No rancour or envy our quiet annoy,
Our Plumb, Line and Compass, our Square and our Tools
Direct all our actions in virtue's fair rules.

To Mars and Venus we're equally true,
Our hearts can enliven, our arms can subdue;
Let the enemy tell, and the ladies declare,
No class or profession with Masons compare;
To give a fond lustre we never need a crest,
Since honour and virtue remain in our breast,
We'll charm the rude world when we clap, laugh and sing,
If so happy a Mason! say, who'd be a king?

LVI.— SONG.

Tune: Rule Britannia.

When Masonry, by Heaven's design,
Did enter first great Hiram's brain,
A cioir of angels did rejoice,
And this chorus sung with united voice:

Chorus

Hail! you happy, happy sons that be
Bothers of Freemasonry.

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:

When Solomon beheld the same,
He then set forth great Hiram's fame;
Oh! excellent Mason! he in surprise did say,
Above all arts you bear the sway:

Now to great Hiram's memory
Let's fill a glass most cheerfully,
St. John (including) who the light did bring,
And likewise George our gracious King:

Next charge unto our Master Grand,
And to each lovely fair one round the land,
Ourselvcs including, so let the health go round
With a clap, to make the Lodge resound:

LVII.— SONG.

Tune: Hail! Masonry, &c.

Let worthy Brethren all, combine
For to adorn our mystic Art,
So as the Craft may ever shine,
And cheer each faithful Brother's heart:

Chorus

Then Brethren all in chorus sing,
Prosper the Craft and bless the King.

We Levelled, Plummed and Squared aright,
The five noble orders upright stand,
Wisdom and strength with beauty's height,
The wonder of the world command:

Ye fools and cowans all who plot
For to obtain our mystery,
Ye strive in vain, attempt it not,
Such creatures never shall be free:

The wise, the noble, good and great,
Can only be accepted here;
The knave or fool, though decked in state,
Shall never approach the Master's Chair:

Now fill your glasses, charge them high,
Let our Grand Master's health go round,
And let each heart o'erflow with joy,
And love and unity abound:

LVIII.— SONG.

Tune: The First of August.

With cordial hearts let's drink a health
To every faithful Brother;
Whose candid hearts, secure while breath,
Are faithful to each other:
Whose precious jewels are so rare,
Likewise their hearts so framed are,
And Levelled wiih the truest Square
That nature can discover.

As great a man as in this land,
Or any other nation;
Would take a Brother by the hand,
And greet him in his station:
Neither king nor prince, though ever so great,
Or any emperor of state,
But with great candour would relate,
To every faithful Brother.

The world shall remain in pain,
And at our secrets wonder;
No Cowan shall it ever obtain,
Though all their lives they ponder:
Still aiming at the chiefest white,
In which Freemasons take delight,
They never can obtain the Light,
Though they spend their lives in wonder.

King Solomon the great and wise,
He was a faithful Brother;
Ffeemasonry would not despise,
No secrets he'd discover:
But he was always frank and free,
Professing such sincerity,
To all of that Fraternity,
He loved them 'bove all other.

Come let us build on firm ground,.
Still aiding of each other;
And lay foundation that's most sound,
That no arts-man can discover;
Nor ever shall revealed be,
But to bright men in Masonry,
Here is to them where'er they be,
I am their faithful Brother.

Come let us join our hearts and hands,
In this most glorious manner;
And to each other firmly stand,
Under King George's banner:
That God may bless him still I pray,
And o'er his enemies, give the sway,
May he for ever win the day,
And crown his years with honour.

LIX.— SONG.

Whoever wants wisdom, must with some delight,
Read, ponder and pore, noon, morning and night;
Must turn over volumes of gigantic size,
Enlighten his mind though he puts out his eyes.

If a general would know how to muster his men,
By thousands, by hundreds, by fifties, by ten;
Or level his seige on high castle or town,
He must borrow his precepts from men of renown.

Would a wry faced physician or parson excel,
In preaching or giving a sanctified spell;
He first must read Galen and Tillotson through,
Ere he gets credentials or business to do.

But these are all follies, Freemasons can prove,
In the Lodge they find knowledge, fair virtue, and love;
Without deafening their ears, without binding their eyes,
They find the compendious way to be wise.

LX.— SONG.

Come, come, ye Elves that be,
Come follow, follow me;
All you that guards have been
Without, and served within;
Sing, let joy through us resound,
For all this Lodge is sacred ground.

Guides, too, that Fairies are,
Come five by five prepare;
Come bring fresh oil with speed,
Your dying lamps to feed:
All trimmed in new and glittering light,
To welcome garments that are white.

Come Seraphs, too that be
Bright rulers, three by three;
Attend on me your queen,
Two handmaids led between:
Whilst all around this health I name.
Shall make the hollow sounds proclaim.

Whilst Sylvans and sylvan loves,
Over mountains and in groves;
With brighter gems and sprightly dames
Of fountains and of flames:
With joyful noise of hands and feet,
Shall echo and the sound repeat.

Whilst we who sing and love,
And live in springs above;
Descend, descend, do we,
With Masons to be free:
Where springs of wine revive each face,
And streams of milk flow round the place;

Whilst Cherubs guard the door,
With flaming sword before;
We through the keyhole creep,
And there unseen we peep:
O'er all the jewels skip and leap,
And trip it, trip it, step by step.

Or as upon the green,
We Fairies turn unseen;
So here we make a ring,
While merry Masons sing:
Around their crowns we whirl apace.
And not one single hair misplace.

And down from thence we jump,
All with a silent thump;
None hear our feet rebound,
Round, round the table round:
Nor see us whilst we nimbly pass
Thrice round the rim of every glass.

But if any crumbs withal,
Down from their table fall;
With greedy mirth we eat,
No honey is so sweet:
And when they drop it from their thumb,
We catch it supernaculum.

Now as for Masonry,
Although we are not free;
In Lodges we have been,
And all their signs have seen:
Yet such love to the Craft we bear,
Their secrets we will ne'er declare.

Supernaculum: Good liquor, of which not enough is left to wet one's nail; The custom was, after a cup is emptied, to turn it upside down and let the last drop fall upon the thumb-nail. If the drop is so big that it rolls off, the drinker is obliged to fill and drink again.

LXI.— SONG.

Excuse my weak untutored Muse,
Who thus presumes to climb;
For who to sing, could ever refuse,
Of Masonry sublime;
Sure errors gross or dangerous flaws
Could never taint a Brother;
Fast to the solemn olden laws
Of loving one another.

Such godlike reason still at hand,
No clouds o'er us are seen;
By moral rectitude we stand,
We work, we act like men:
How oft by our august retreat
Are bounteous succours given!
O this is mercy's darling seat,
The attributes of Heaven.

Astræa, as the poets feign,
On earth can never rest;
They lie, for o'er our Lodge she reigns,
And in each Mason's breast;
Where truth and peace fits on each face,
And friendship smiles around;
No biting envy e'er takes place,
But social joy abounds.

So let our union ever subsist,
And never know decay;
For since the Creation it did exist,
And will till the final day:
We'll fill the sparkling flowing bowl,
And toast his memory,
Who lived with a firm unshaken soul,
And died for Masonry.

LXII.— SONG.

Tune: Attic Fire.

Arise and sound thy trumpet, Fame,

Freemasonry aloud proclaim,

To realms, and worlds unknown,

Tell them 'twas this great David's son,

The wise, the matchless Solomon,

Prized far above his throne.

The solemn Temple's cloud-capped towers,

And stately domes are works of ours,

By us those piles were raised;

Then bid mankind with songs advance,

And through the ethereal vast expanse,

Let Masonry be praised.

We help the poor in time of need,

The naked clothe, the hungry feed,

'Tis our foundation stone;

We build upon the noblest plan,

While friendship rivets man to man,

And makes us all as one.

Thy trumpet, Fame, yet louder blow,

And let the distant regions know,

Freemasonry is this;

Almighty wisdom gave it birth,

While Heaven fixed it here on earth,

A type of future bliss.

LXIII.— THE HOD-CARRIER'S SONG.

Tune: Balance a Straw.

When the sun from the East first salutes mortal eyes,
And the skylark melodiously bids us arise;
With our hearts full of joy we the summons obey,
Straight repair to our work, and to moisten our clay.

On the trestle our Master draws angles and lines,
There with freedom and fervency forms his designs;
Not a picture on earth is so lively to view,
All his lines are so perfect, his angles so true.

In the West see the Wardens submissively stand,
The Master to aid and obey his command;
The intent of his signals we perfectly know,
And we ne'er take offence when he gives us a blow.

In the Lodge, sloth and dullness we always avoid,
Fellowcrafts and Apprentices all are employed;
Perfect Ashlers some finish, some make the rough plain,
All are pleased with their work, and are pleased with their gain.

When my Master I've served seven years, perhaps more,
Some secrets he'll tell me I never knew before;
In my bosom I'll keep them as long as I live,
And pursue the directions his wisdom shall give.

I'll attend to his call both by night and by day,
It is his to command, and 'tis mine to obey;
Whensoever we're met, I'll attend to his nod,
And I'll work till high twelve, then I'll lay down my hod.

LXIV.- SONG.

[Alternate version of song XLI.]

Once I was blind and could not see,

For all was dark around;

But providence did pity me,

As I a friend soon found;

Through hidden paths he hath me led,

Such Paths as Babblers ne'er should tread.

All stumbling blocks he took away,

That I might walk secure;

And brought me ere the break of day,

To Sol's great Temple door;

Where there we both admittance found,

Without help of magic spell or sound.

But the curber of my bold attempt,

Did soon my breast alarm,

By hinting I was not exempt

(If rash) from future harm;

Which put a stop to rising pride.

And made me trust more to my guide,

Round and round I then was brought,

To mighty Sol's great throne,

Where I was obliged to stop

Till I myself made known:

Then with great noise I round was brought

For to obtain ——— that which I sought.

In humble posture and due form,

I listened with good-will;

Instead of any noise or storm,

All was quite hushed and still.

Such charming sounds I then did hear,

As quite dispelled all doubt and fear.

The mighty monarch from his throne,

Bid darkness to withdraw;

No sooner said than it was done,

And I three great things saw:

But what they were I will not tell,

Yet such they are they here shall dwell.

Then round and round me, he did tie

A noble ancient charm;

All future darkness to defy,

And guard from cowan's harm;

Then sent me back from whence I came,

Not what I was but what I am.

And now I'm made an upright man,

And Levelled with the best;

I'll Square my acts the best I can,

Within an honest breast;

I'll toast my friend both day and night,

And those blest hands brought me to light.

LXV.— SONG.

KNIGHTS TEMPLARS.

Tune: God save great George.

God bless the royal band

Who grace this happy land

With valiant knights:

May the united three

Of the blest Trinity

Cement the unity

Of all great Light.

Twelve once were highly loved,

But one a Judas proved,

Put out his fire:

May Simon^[*] haunt all fools

Who vary from our rules,

May the heads of such tools

Rest high on spires.

'Gainst Turks and Jews we fight,

And in religion's right

We'll breathe our last;

Poor pilgrims begging we

Will our Jerusalem fee,

All steps, Sir Knights, have ye

Gloriously passed.

Entered, Past, Raised and Arched,

And then like princes marched

Through rugged ways;

At length great lights we saw,

And poor old Simon too,

Also the word and law,

Glory and praise.

God in his rainbow gave

Colours which now we have,

Black, red and blue;

These colours emblems are

Of royal love most rare,

We are in soul sincere,

Just, good and true.

Sir Knights clasp hand in hand,

None but Knights Templars stand

In circle round;

May we all live in love,

And every comfort prove,

May manna from above

Fall on this ground.

LXVI.— SONG.

When a Lodge of Freemasons

Are clothed 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 eavesdroppers beware,

'Tis a just and a solenm occasion;

Give the word and the blow,

That workmen may know,

There's one asks to be made a Freemason.

The Master stands due,

And his officers too,

While the Craftsmen are plying their station;

The Apprentices 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's words, and here's signs,

And here's problems and lines,

And here's room too for deep speculation;

Here virtue and truth

Are taught to the youth,

When first he's called up to a Mason.

Hieroglyphics shine bright,

And here 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 is said or is done,

Is here truly laid down,

In this form of our high installation;

Yet I challenge all men

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 changed into hearing?

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

To raise Lodges for Lady Freemasons.

Till this can be done,

Must each Brother be mum,

Though the fair one should wheedle or tease on;

Be just, true and kind,

But still bear in mind,

At all times that you are a Freemason.

LXVII.— SONG.

Tune: In Infancy, &c.

Let Masonry from pole to pole,
Her sacred laws expand,
Far as the mighty waters roll,
To wash remotest land:
That virtue has not left mankind,
Her social maxims prove,
For stamped upon the Mason's mind,
Are unity and love.

Ascending to her native sky,
Let Masonry increase;
A glorious pillar raised on high,
integrity its base:
Peace adds to olive boughs entwined,
An emblematic dove,
As stamped upon the Masons,
Are unity and love.

LXVIII.— SONG.

Tune: He comes, &c.

Unite, unite, your voices raise,
Loud, loudly sing Freemason's praise,
Spread far and wide their spotless fame,
And glory in the sacred name.

Behold, behold, the upright band,
In virtue's paths go hand and hand;
They shun each ill, they do no wrong,
Strict honour does to them belong.

How just, how just are all their ways,
Superior far to mortal praise;
Their worth, description far exceeds,
For matchless are Freemasons' deeds.

Go on, go on ye just and true,
Still, still the same bright paths pursue,
The admiring world shall on ye gaze,
And friendship's altar ever blaze.

Begone! begone! fly discord hence,
With party-age and insolence:
Sweet peace shall bless this happy band,
And freedom smile throughout the land.

LXIX.— SONG.

THE HISTORY OF MASONRY, BY

DR. ANDERSON.

Part I.

Adam, the first of all human kind,
Created with Geometry
Imprinted on his royal mind,
Instrucled soon his progeny;
Cain and Seth, who then improved
The liberal science, in the Art
Of Architecture, which they loved
And to their offspring did impart.

Cain, a city fair and strong
First built, and called it Consecrate,
From Enoch's name, his eldest son,
Which all his race did imitate;
But godly Enoch, of Seth's Loins,
Two columns raised with mighty skill;
And all his family enjoins,
True colonading to fulfill.

Our Father Noah next appeared,
A Mason too, divinely taught;
And by divine command upreared
The Ark, that held a goodly fraught,
'Twas built by true Geometry,
A piece of architecture fine;
Helped by his sons, in number three,
Concurring in the grand design.

So from the general Deluge none
Were saved but Masons and their wives,
And all mankind from them alone
Descending, Architecture thrives;
For they, when multiplied amain,
Fit to disperse and fill the earth,
In Shinar's large and lovely plain,
To Masonry gave second birth.

For most of mankind were employed
To build the city and the tower;
The General Lodge was overjoyed,
In such effects of Mason's power;
Till vain ambition did provoke
Their Maker to confound their plot;
Yet though with tongues confused they spoke,
The learned Art they ne'er forgot.

Chorus

Who can unfold the Royal Art,
Or sing its secrets in a song?
They're safely kept in Mason's heart,
And to the ancient Lodge belong.

Part II.

Thus when from Babel they disperse
In colonies, to distant climes,
All Masons true, who could rehearse
Their works to those of after times;
King Nimrod fortified his realm,
By castles, towers, and cities fair:
Mitz'ram, who ruled at Egypt's helm,
Built pyramids stupendous there.

Not Japhet, and his gallant breed,
Did less in Masonry prevail;
Nor Shem, and those that did succeed
To promised blessings by entail;
For Father Abr'am brought from Ur,
Geometry, the science good;
Which he revealed, without demur,
To all descending from his blood.

Nay, Jacob's race at length were taught,
To lay aside the shepherd's crook,
To use Geometry was brought,
Whilst under Pharaoh's cruel yoke;
Till Moses Master-Mason rose,
And led the Holy Lodge, from thence
All Masons trained, to whom he chose
His curious learning to dispense.

Aholiab and Bezaleel,
Inspired men, the tent upreared;
Where the Schechinah chose to dwell,
And Geometric skill appeared:
And when these valiant Masons filled
Canaan, the learned Phonicians knew
The tribes of Israel better skilled
In Architecture firm and true.

For Dagon's house in Gaza town,
Artfully propped by columns two;
By Sampson's mighty arms pulled down
On lords Philistian, whom it slew;
Though 'twas the finest fabric raised
By Canaan's sons, could not compare
With the Creator's Temple praised
For glorious strength and structure fair.

But here we stop a while to toast
Our Master's health, and Wardens both,
And warn you all to shun the coast
Of Sampson's shipwrecked fame and troth;
His secrets once to wife disclosed,
His strength was fled, his courage tamed;
To cruel foes he was exposed,
And never was a Mason named.

Chorus

Who can unfold the Royal Art,
Or sing its secrets in a song?
They're safely kept in Mason's heart,
And to the ancient Lodge belong.

Part III.

We sing of Masons' ancient fame,
When fourscore thousand Craftsmen stood,
Under the Masters of great name,
Three thousand and six hundred good,
Employed by Solomon the sire,
And General Master-Mason too;
As Hiram was in stately Tyre,
Like Salem, built by Masons true.

The Royal Art was then divine,
The Craftsmen counseled from above,
The Temple did all works outshine,
The wondering world did all approve;
Ingenious men from every place,
Came to survey the glorious pile;
And, when returned, began to trace,
And imitate its lofty style.

At length the Grecians came to know
Geometry, and learned the Art,
Which great Pythagoras did show,
And glorious Euclid did impart;
The amazing Archimedes too,
And many other scholars good;
Till ancient Romans did review
The Art and science understood.

But when proud Asia they had quelled,
And Greece and Egypt overcome,
In Architecture they excelled,
And brought the learning all to Rome;
Where wise Vertuvius, Master Prime
Of Architects, the Art improved,
In great Augustus' peaceful time,
When arts and artists were beloved.

They brought the knowledge from the East;
And, as they made the nations yield,
They spread it through the North and West,
And taught the world the Art to build;
Witness their citadels and towers,
To fortify their legions fine,
Their temples, palaces, and bowers,
That spoke the Masons grand design.

Thus mighty Eastern kings and some
Of Abra'm's race, and monarchs good,
Of Egypt, Syria, Greece and Rome,
True Architecture understood;
No wonder then, if Masons join
To celebrate those Mason kings,
With solemn note and flowing wine,
Whilst every Brother jointly sings.

Chorus

Who can unfold the Royal Art,
Or sing its secrets in a song?
They're safely lodged in Mason's heart,
And to the ancient Lodge belong.

Part IV.

Oh! glorious days for Masons wise,
Their fame resounding to the skies,
Proclaimed them good and useful men;
For many ages thus employed,
Until the Goths with warlike rage,
And brutal ignorance, destroyed
The toil of many a learned age.

But when the conquering Goths were brought
To embrace the Christian faith, they found
The folly that their fathers wrought,
In loss of Architecture sound:
At length their zeal for stately fanes,
And wealthy grandeur, when at peace,
Made them exert their utmost pains,
Their Gothic buildings to upraise.

Thus many a sumptuous lofty pile
Was raised in every Christian land,
Though not conformed to Roman style,
Which yet did reverence command;
The king and Craft agreeing still,
In well formed Lodges, to supply
The mournful want of Roman skill
With their new sort of Masonry.

For many ages this prevails,
Their work is Architecture deemed;
In England, Scotland, Ireland, Wales,
The Craftsmen highly are esteemed;
By kings, as Master of the Lodge,
By many a wealthy noble peer,
By lord and laird, by priest and judge,
By all the people everywhere.

So Masons, ancient records tell,
King Athelstan, of Saxton blood,
Gave them a charter free to dwell
In lofty Lodge, with orders good,
Drawn from old writings by his son.
Prince Edwin, General-Master bright,
Who met at York the Brethren soon,
And to that Lodge did all recite.

Thence were their laws and charges fine,
In every reign observed with care;
Of Saxon, Danish, Norman line,
Till British Crowns united were:
The monarch first of this whole Isle,
Was learned James, a Mason king,
Who first of kings revived the style
Of great Augustus: therefore sing.

Chorus

Who can unfold the Royal Art,
Or sing its secrets in a song?
They're safely kept in Mason's heart,
And to the ancient Lodge belong.

Part V.

Thus though in Italy the Art,
From Gothic rubbish first was raised;
And great Palladio did impart
A style, by Masons justly praised;
Yet here his mighty rival Jones,
Of British Architects the Prime,
Did build such glorious heaps of stones,
As never were matched since Cæsar's time.

King Charles the First, a Mason too,
With several peers and wealthy men,
Employed him and his Craftsinen true,
Till wretched civil wars began:
But after peace and crown restored,
Though London was in ashes laid,
By Mason's Art and good accord,
A finer London reared its head.

King Charles the Second raised then
The finest column upon earth,
Founded St. Paul's, that stately fane,
And Royal Change, with joy and mirth;
But afterwards the Lodges failed,
Till great Nassau the taste revived,
Whose bright example so prevailed,
That ever since the Art has thrived.

Let other nations boast at will,
Great Britain now will yield to none,
For true Geometry and skill
In building timber, brick and stone;
For Architecture of each sort,
For curious Lodges, where we find,
The noble and the wise resort,
And drink with Craftsmen true and kind.

Then let good Brethren all rejoice,
And fill their glass with cheerful heart;
Let them express with grateful voice
The praises of the wonderous Art;
Let every Brother's health go round,
Who proves a Mason just and wise;
And let our Master's fame resound,
The noble Antrim to the skies.^[*]

Chorus

Who can unfold the Royal Art,
Or sing its secrets in a song?
They're safety kept in Mason's heart,
And to the ancient Lodge belong.

^[*] The last four lines, as they appeared in Anderson's Constitutions of 1723, read:

Let every Brother's health go round,
Not fool or knave but Mason true,
And let our Master's fame resound,
The noble Duke of Montagu.

ANTHEM.

[This is nearly the same as VII.]

Grant us, kind Heaven, what we request,
In Masonry let as be blest;
Direct us to that happy place
Where friendship smiles in every face:
Where freedom and sweet innocence
Enlarge the mind and cheer the sense.

Where sceptered Reason from her throne,
Surveys the Lodge, and makes us one;
And Harmony's delightful sway
For ever sheds ambrosial day:
Where we, blest Eden's pleasures taste,
Whilst balmy joys are our repast.

No prying eye can view us here;
No fool or knave disturb our cheer:
Our well-formed laws set mankind free,
And give relief to misery:
The poor oppressed with woe and grief,
Gain from our bounteous hands relief.

Our Lodge the social virtues grace,
And wisdom's rules we fondly trace;
Whole nature, open to our view,
Points out the paths we should pursue:
Let us subsist in lasting peace,
And may our happiness increase.

A PRAYER,

used in the
HIGH KNIGHTS TEMPLARS LODGE,
Dublin.

Oh! Blessed and glorious ———, who has made the Cross the banner and badge of thy disciples, enable this our approved Brother, and now to be admitted Knight of the Temple, cheerfully to embrade this divine order; and if it be his lot to suffer as a Christian, let him not be ashamed, but rejoice that he is counted worthy to suffer for Thy name; — Thou, who for our sakes endurest the Cross, and despisedst the shame: Let the example of that love and patience prevail against all the tremblings of his corrupt heart, that no terrors may ever be able to shake his constancy, but that he may always use the Sword of Justice, which shall be put into his hands, to the confusion of all the persecutors of the Christian religion. And, Oh Lord, grant that he may never profane any holy thing, or sacrilegiously invade what Thou hast set apart for Thyself; endue him with a stedfast mind and good courage, and make him a true and faithful soldier of Jesus Christ, unto his life's end. This we beg in the name, and for the sake of Jesus Christ, the true ———. Amen.

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PROLOGUES
and
EPILOGUES.

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I.— PROLOGUE.

Spoken by Mr. Griffith, at the Theatre-Royal, &c.

If to delight to humanize the mind,
The savage world in social ties to bind;
To make the moral virtues all appear
Improved and useful, softened from severe;
If these demand the tribute of your praise,
The teacher's honour or the poet's lays:
How do we view them all comprised in Thee,
Thrice honoured and mysterious Masonry;
By Thee erected, spacious domes arise,
And spires ascending glitter in the skies;
The wonderous whole by Heavenly Art is crowned,
And order in diversity is found;
Through such a length of ages, still how fair,
How bright, how blooming, do thy looks appear?
And still shall bloom. — Time, as it glides away,
Fears for its own before thine shall decay;
The use of accents from Thy aid is thrown,
Thou formest a silent language of Thy own;
Disdainedst that records should contain Thy Art,
And only livest within the faithful heart —
Behold where kings and a long shining train
Of gartered heroes wait upon Thy reign,
And boast no honour but a Mason's name.
Still in the dark let the unknowing stray;
No matter what they judge, or what they say,
Still may thy mystic secrets be concealed,
And only to a Brother be revealed.

II.— PROLOGUE.

As a wild rake that courts a virgin fair,
And tries in vain her virtue to ensnare;
Though what he calls his heaven he may obtain
By putting on the matrimonial chain;
At length enraged to find she still is chaste,
Her modest fame maliciously would blast;
So some at our Fraternity do rail,
Because our secrets we so well conceal,
And curse the sentry with the flaming sword,
That keeps eavesdroppers from the Mason's Word;
Though rightly introduced, all true men may
Obtain the secret in a lawful way,
They'd have us counter to our honour run;
Do what they all must blame us for when done:
And when they find their teasing will not do,
Blinded with anger, height of folly show,
By railing at the thing they do not know.
Not so the assembly of the Scottish Kirk,
Their wisdoms went a wiser way to work:
When they were told that Masons practised charms
Invoked the Devil and raised tempestuous storms,
Two of their body prudently they sent
To learn what could by Masonry be meant.
Admitted to the Lodge and treated well,
At their return the assembly hoped they'd tell;
"We say nae mare than this," they both replied,
"Do what we've done and ye'll be satisfied."

III.— PROLOGUE.

As some cracked chemist of projecting brain,
Much for discovery, but much more for gain;
With Toil, incessant labours, puffs and blows,
In search of something Nature won't disclose:
At length his crucibles and measures broke,
His fancyed gain evaporates in smoke.
So some presumptuous still attempt to trace
The guarded symbol of our ancient race.
Enrapt in venerable gloom it lies,
And mocks all sight but of a Mason's eyes;
Like the famed stream enriching Egypt's shore,
All feel its use — but few its source explore.
All ages still must owe, and every land,
Their pride and safety to the Mason's hand.
Whether for gorgeous domes renowned afar,
Or ramparts strong to stem the rage of war;
All we behold in earth or circling air,
Proclaims the power of Compass and of Square.
The Heaven-taught Science Queen of Arts appears,
Eludes the rust of time, and waste of years,
Through form and matter are her laws displayed,
Her rules the same by which the world was made.
Whatever virtue grace the social name,
Those we profess, on those we found our fame;
Wisely the Lodge looks down on tinsel state,
When only to be good is to be great.
Such souls by instinct to each other turn,
Demand alliance, and in friendship burn;
No shallow schemes, no stratagems nor arts
Can break the cement that unites their hearts.
Then let pale envy rage, and every name
Of fools mistaking infamy for fame;
Such have all countries and all ages borne,
And such all countries and all ages scorn;
Glorious the Temple of the Sylvan Queen,
Pride of the world at Ephesus was seen.
A witless ^[*] wretch, the Prichard of those days,
Stranger to virtue and unknown to praise,
Crooked of soul and fond of any name,
Consigned the noble monument to flame.
Vain madman! if so thinking to destroy
The Art which cannot but with Nature die.
Still with the Craft, still shall his name survive,
And in our glory his disgrace shall live;
While his cowans no more admittance gain
Than Ephraimites at Jordan's passage slain.

IV.— PROLOGUE.

You've seen me oft in gold and ermine dressed,
And wearing short-lived honours on my breast;
But now the honourable badge I wear
Gives an indelible high character;
And thus by our Grand Master am I sent
To tell you what by Masonry is meant.
If all the social virtues of the mind;
If an extensive love to all mankind;
If hospitable welcome to a guest,
And speedy charity to the distressed;
If due regard to liberty and laws,
Zeal for our King and for our Country's cause:
If these are principles deserving fame,
Let Masons then enjoy the praise they claim.
Nay more, though war destroys what Masons build,
Ere to a peace inglorious we would yield;
Our Squares and Trowels into Swords we'll turn,
And make our foes, the wars they menace mourn;
For their contempt we'll no vain boaster spare,
Unless by chance we meet a Mason there.

V.— PROLOGUE.

Spoken by a Brother.

While others sing of wars and martial feats
Of bloody battles and of famed retreats;
A nobler subject shall my fancy raise,
And Masonry alone shall claim my praise.
Hail! Masonry! thou royal Art divine,
Blameless may I approach thy sacred shrine ,
Thy radiant beauties let me there admire,
And warm my heart with thy celestial fire:
Ye willful blind seek not your own disgrace,
Be sure you come not near the hallowed place,
For fear too late, your rashness you deplore,
And terrors feel by you unthought before.
With joy my faithful Brethren here I see
Joining their hearts in love and unity;
Endeavering still each other to excel,
In social virtues and in doing well;
No party-jars, no politic debate,
Which often wrath excite and feuds create!
No impious talk, no fleering jests nor brawls
Were ever heard within our peaceful walls.
Here in harmonious concert friendly join
The prince, the soldier, tradesmen and divine;
And to each other mutual help afford,
The honest farmer and the noble lord.
Freedom and mirth attend the cheerful bowl,
Refresh the spirits and enlarge the soul; .
The cordial we with moderation use,
For temperance admits of no abuse;
Piudence we praise and Fortitude commend,
To Justice always and her friends a friend:
The scoffing tribe, the shame of Adam's race,
Deride those mysteries which they cannot trace;
Profane solemnities they never saw,
And lying libels are to them a law;
The Masons books they may in vain explore,
And turn mysterious pages o'er and o'er;
Hoping the great arcanum to attain,
Endless their toil and fruitless all their pain:
They may as well for heat to Greenland go,
Or in the torrid regions seek for snow;
The royal Craft the scoffing tribe despise,
And veil their secrets from unlawful eyes.

I.— EPILOGUE.

Spoken by Mrs. Thurmond, a Mason's wife.

With what malicious joy, e'er I knew better,
Have I been wont the Masons to bespatter?
How greedily have I believed each lie
Contrived against that famed society?
With many more, complained — 'twas very hard,
Women should from their secrets be debarred.
When kings and statesmen to our sex reveal,
Important business which they should conceal.
That beauteous ladies by their sparks adored,
Never could wheedle out the Masons' Word;
And oft their favours have bestowed in vain,
Nor could one secret for another gain:
I thought, unable to explain the matter,
Each Mason sure must be a woman-hater:
With sudden fear and dismal honor struck,
I heard my spouse was to subscribe the book:
By all our lives I begged he would forbear;
Upon my knees I wept and tore my hair;
But when I found him fixed, how I behaved,
I thought him lost, and like a fury raved,
Believed he would for ever be undone
By some strange operation undergone.
When he came back I found a change, 'tis true,
But such a change as did his youth renew:
With rosy cheeks and smiling grace he came.
And sparkling eyes that spoke a bridegroom's flame.
Ye married ladies, 'tis a happy life,
Believe me, that of a Freemasons wife.
Though they conceal the secrets of their friends,
In love and truth they make us full amends.

II.— EPILOGUE.

Spoken by Mrs. Bellamy.

Well, here I'm come to let you know my thoughts;
Nay, be not alarmed, I'll not attack your faults;
Alike be safe the cuckold and the wit,
The cuckold-maker and the solemn cit;
I'm in good humour, and am come to prattle,
Ha'nt I a head well turned, d'ye think to rattle?
But to clear up the point and to be free,
What think you is my subject? Masonry!
Though I'm afraid, as laywers cases clear,
My learned debate will leave you as you were;
But I'm a woman — and when I say that,
You know we'll talk although we know not what:
What think you, ladies, an't it very hard
That we should from this secret be debarred?
How comes it that the softer hour of love,
To wheedle out this secret, fruitless prove?
For we can wheedle when we hope to move.
What can it mean, why all this mighty pother,
These mystic signs and solemn calling Brother?
That we are qualified in signs are known,
We can keep secrets too, but they're our own.
When my good man went first to be a Mason,
Though I resolved to put the smoother face on:
Yet to speak, truly I began to fear
He must some dreadful operation bear;
But he returned to satisfy each doubt,
And brought home every thing he carried out:
Nay, came improved, for on his face appeared
A pleasing smile that every scruple cleared.
Such added complaisance, so much good-nature,
So much, so strangely altered for the better!
That to increase the mutual dear delight,
Would he were made a Mason every night.

III.— EPILOGUE.

Spoken by Mr. Horton.

Where are these Hydras, let me vent my spleen,
Are these Freemasons? bless me! these are men!
And young and brisk too: I expected monsters,
Brutes more prodigious than Italian Songsters
Lord! how report will lie, how vain's this pother;
These look like sparks who only love each other!

Ironically.

Let easy faiths on such gross tales rely,
'Tis false by rules of physiognomy,
I'll ne'er believe it, poz, unless I try.
In proper time and place there's little doubt
But one might find their wonderous secrets out;
I shrewdly guess, egad for all their shyness,
They'd render signs and tokens too of kindness;
If any truth in what I here observe is,
They'll quit ten Brothers for one Sister's service.
But hold, wild fancy, whither hast thou strayed?
Where man's concerned, alas! how frail's a maid:
I'm come to storm, to scold, to rail, to berate,
And see, the accuser's turned the advocate.
Say to what merits might I not pretend,
Who, though no Sister, do yet prove your friend:
Would beauty thus but in your cause appear,
'Twere something, Sirs, to be accepted there;

Shows the boxes.

Ladies, be gracious to the mystic Arts,
And kindly take the generous Masons' parts;
Let no loquacious fop your joys partake,
He sues for telling, not for kissing sake:
Firm to their trust, the faithful Craft conceal;
They cry no roast-meat, fare they ne'er so well;
No tell-tale sneer shall raise the conscious blush,
The loyal Brother's word is always — "Hush!"
What though they quote old Solomon's decree,
And vainly boast, that through the world they're free;
With ease you'll humble the presumptuous braves,
One kind regard makes all these free-men slaves.

IV.- EPILOGUE.

Well, heavens be praised, the mighty secret's out;
The secret that has made so strange a rout:
This moment I was taught behind the scenes,
What every word, and sign, and token means;
A charmmg secret, but I must conceal it,
If time at nine months end, does not reveal it.
What monstrous horrid lies do some folks tell us?
Why Masons, ladies, are quite clever fellows;
They're lovers of our sex, as I can witness,
And ne'er contrary act to ^[*] moral fitness;
If any of ye doubt it, try the Masons,
They'll not deceive your largest expectations;
Let no ungrounded apprehensions seize ye;
They won't do any thing that can displease ye;
They're able workmen, and completely skilled in
The truest arts and mysteries of building:
They'll build up families, and, as most fit is,
Not only will erect, but people cities:
They'll fill as well as fabricate your houses,
And propagate a race of strong-built spouses.
If such their gifts; such ladies, is their merit,
So great their skill and strength, and life, and spirit;
What female heart can be so very hard,
As to refuse them their deserved reward?
Once on a time, (as heathen story say)
Two Mason-Gods to Troy town took their way:
Arrived, and hired to work, to work they fell;
Hard was their task but executed well;
With more than human strength, these heavenly powers
Raised the impregnable Dardanian towers;
Those towers which long secured the Trojan dames,
From Grecian ravishers and Grecian flames;
Gratis they did it, whatsoe'er was done;
Wronged of their pay by King Laomedon:
Base sordid soul, of princes the disgrace;
But heaven his guilt avenged upon his race:
Most justly did his Troy at length expire,
Reduced to ashes by vindictive fire.
Ladies, this story's written for your learning;
Let Troy's example fright you all from burning;
Let it, this truth in every breast inspire,
That every workman's worthy of his hire;
But sure such virtue in the present age is,
None will defraud the Brethren of their wages;
None will transgress the laws of common sense,
Which give both sexes due benevolence:
A Mason's full reward then do not grudge,
Since every Mason is your humble drudge.

V.— EPILOGUE.

Addressed to the friendly Brothers of St. Patrick, by Mr. Brooke.

How happy once, on Heaven's primæval plan,

Lived the resembling Brotherhood of Man;

When, even on earth, as in the realms above,

All was good-will, and unity, and love,

When social hearts, with feelings unconfined,

Heaved for the weal and woe of human kind.

Till passion came, attended by debate,

Dissention followed, and then entered hate.

Contracting bosoms, poorly beat for pelf,

And, like dark lanterns, formed new bounds for self.

Man, lastly, loosed on man (tremendous trade)

Destroyed the being he was born to aid.

As, when alarmed, the blood from every part

Recedes, to warm and fortify the heart;

Humanity disclaimed the barbarous crew,

And to Hibernia's fostering clime withdrew.

Hail, Ireland! highly favoured from above,

Of learning, once, and still the land of love;

Hail! thou prolific parent of the blessed,

Old Isle of Saints, old home of the distressed.

While guardian elements around thee wait,

And chase all poisons from thy sacred seat:

Whose social coasts, with ardour comprehend

The public patriot, and the private friend.

Hail! I repeat, thou parent of the blessed,

Old Isle of Saints, old home of the distressd,

Who takest the wayworn stranger to thy breast,

Yes — to this truth, the circling world must sign,

The rights of hospitality are thine.

O! may thy sons, who late, on nature's plan,

Formed the new league and Brotherhood of Man,

May they stand forth the joint and worthy heir

Of that heroic Saint, whose name they bear.

In them, may our reviving voices hail

The patriot pillars of their country's weal.

In them, may all the charities conspire,

The widow's husband, and the orphans sire.

May their choice union solely comprehend

What merits that supreme of titles — friend;

And, in one hollowed circle, hold, combined

The graces, gifts, and worth of human kind.

SOLOMON's TEMPLE:
an
ORATORIO.

the words by

MR. JAMES EYRE WEEKS.

The music composed by Mr. Richard Broadway, organist of St. Patrick's Cathedral, Dublin.

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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

SOLOMON, the Grand Master.
HIGH PRIEST.
URIEL, Angel of the Sun.
Chorus of PRIESTS & NOBLES.
HIRAM, the Workman.
MESSENGER.
SHEBA, Queen of the South.

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SOLOMON's TEMPLE.

Recitative

Sol. Convened, we're met — chief Oracle of Heaven,

To whom the sacred mysteries are given;

We're met to bid a splendid Fabric rise,

Worthy the mighty Ruler of the skies.

Air

H. Pr. And lo! where Uriel, Angel of the Sun,

Arrives to see the mighty business done.

Behold he comes upon the wings of Light,

And with his sunny vestments clears the sight.

Recitative

Ur. The Lord Supreme, Grand Master of the skies,

Who bid Creation from a chaos rise;

The rules of Architecture first engraved

On Adam's heart.

Chorus

P.& N. To Heaven's high Architect, all praise,

All gratitude be given;

Who deigned the human soul to raise,

By secrets sprung from Heaven.

Recitative

Sol. Adam, well versed in arts,

Gave to his sons the Plumb and Line;

By Masonry sage Tubal Cain,

To the deep organ tuned the strain.

Air

And while he swelled the melting note,

On high the silver concords float.

Recitative Accompanied

H. Pr. Upon the surface of the waves,

(When God a mighty Deluge pours)

Noah a chosen remnant saves,

And laid the Ark's stupendous floors.

Air

Ur. Hark! from on high, the Mason Word!

"David, my servant, shall not build

A Lodge for Heaven's all sovereign Lord,

Since blood and war have stained his shield;

That for our deputy his son

We have reserved — Prince Solomon." —[da capo

Chorus

P.& N. Sound great Jehovah's praise!

Who bid young Solomon the Temple raise.

Recitative

Sol. So grand a structure shall we raise,

That men shall wonder! Angels gaze!

By Art divine it shall be reared,

Nor shall the hammer's noise be heard.

Chorus

P.& N. Sound great Jehovah's praise,

Who bid King Solomon the Temple raise.

Recitative

Ur. To plan the mighty dome,

Hiram, the Master Mason's come.

Air

Ur. We know thee by the Apron white.

We know thee by the Trowel bright,

Well skilled in Masonry;

We know thee by thy jewels blaze,

Thy manly walk and air:

Instructed thou the Lodge shalt raise,

Let all for work prepare.

Air

Hir. Not like Babel's haughty building

Shall our greater Lodge be framed;

That to hideous jargon yielding,

Justly was a Babel named:

There confusion all over-bearing,

Neither sign nor word they knew;

We our work with order squaring,

Each proportion shall be true.

Recitative

Sol. Cedars which since creation grew,

Fall of themselves to grace the dome;

All Lebanon, as if she knew

The great occasion, lo! is come.

Air

Ur. Behold, my Brethren of the sky,

The work begins worthy an Angel's eye.

Chorus

P.& N. Be present all ye Heavenly host;

The work begins, the Lord defrays the cost.

ACT II.

Recitative

Messenger Behold, attended by a numerous train,

Queen of the South, fair Sheba greets thy reign!

In admiration of thy wisdom, she

Comes to present the bended knee.

Sol. [To Hir.] Receive her with a fair salute,

Such as with majesty may suit.

Air

Hir. When allegiance bids obey,

We with pleasure own its sway.

Enter Sheba attended.

Recitative

Sheb. Obedient to superior greatness, see

Our sceptre hails thy mighty majesty.

Air

Sheb. Thus Phœbe, queen of shade and night,

Owning the sun's superior rays;

With feebler glory, lesser light,

Attends the triumph of his blaze:

Oh, all excelling Prince, receive

The tribute due to such a king;

Not the gift, but will, believe;

Take the heart, not what we bring. —[da capo

Recitative

Sol. Let measures softly sweet,

Illustrious Sheba's presence greet.

Air

Sol. Tune the lute and sting the lyre,

Equal to the fair we sing;

Who can see and not admire

Sheba, consort for a king;

Enlivening wit and beauty join,

Melting sense and graceful air;

Here united powers combine,

To make her brightest of the fair. —[da capo

Recitative

Sol. Hiram, our brother and our friend,

Do thou the Queen with me attend.

SCENE II. — A view of the Temple.

Recitative

H. Pr. Sacred to Heaven, behold the dome appears;

Lo! what august solemnity it wears;

Angels themselves have deigned to deck the frame,

And beauteous Sheba shall report its fame.

Air

When the Queen of the South shall return

To the climes which acknowledge her sway;

Where the sun's warmer beams fiercely burn,

The Princess with transport shall say;

Well worthy my journey, I've seen

A monarch both graceful and wise,

Deserving the love of a queen;

And Temple well worthy the skies. —[da capo

Chorus

P.& N. Open ye gates, receive a Queen who shares,

With equal sense, your happiness and cares,

Recitative

Hir. Of riches much, but more of wisdom see;

Proportioned workmanship, and Masonry.

Air

Hir. Oh! charming Sheba, there behold

What massive stores of burnished gold,

Yet richer is our Art:

Not all the orient gems that shine,

Nor treasures of rich Ophir's mine,

Excel the Mason's heart:

True to the Fair, he honours more

Than glittering gems or brightest ore,

The plighted pledge of love;

To every tie of honour bound,

In love and friendship constant found,

And favoured from above.

Duet

Sheb. One gem beyond the rest I see,

And charming Solomon is he.

Sol. One gem beyond the rest I see,

Fairest of fair ones, thou art she.

Sheb. Oh, thou surpassing all men wise!

Sol. And thine excelling women's eyes.

Recitative

Hir. Wisdom and beauty do combine.

Our art to raise, our hearts to join.

Chorus

P.& N. Give to Masonry the prize,

Where the fairest choose the wise;

Beauty still should wisdom love,

Beauty and order reign above.

Some Toasts used in Lodges, in addition to those interspersed among the songs.

1. The Master of the Lodge.
2. Increase, Love and Unanimity to the Lodge.
3. Our absent Brethren.
4. All honest Masons wherever dispersed or distressed throughout the Globe.
5. All Masons who honour the Order, by conforming to its Rules.
6. The Heart that conceals, and the Tongue that never reveals the Secrets of Masonry.
7. All Masons both ancient and young, who govern the Passions and bridle the Tongue.
8. The Memory of old ———.
9. May the Propriety of our Conduct render us accepted every where.
10. May the Principles of the Craft ever govern our Actions.
11. May we use, but not abuse our Talents.
12. May Masonry flourish all over the Globe.
13. May the cardinal Virtues, as they are the Pillars that support the Lodge, be the invariable Rule of our Actions.

AN ADDITIONAL

PROLOGUE,

AND A FEW

MASONS SONGS,

(NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED)

FOR THE NEW AHIMAN REZON.

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A Prologue spoken before a Play which had been commanded by an Encampment of

KNIGHTS TEMPLARS.

written by a Brother.

See — here are men, who are bound by ties to tread
In honour's paths; — by obligations led
To serve the Fair; to dry the orphan's tears,
The widow's pleas; — and dissipate their fears:
To wield our swords in Christian's sacred cause;
To vanquish Turks, and trample on their laws;
To pass our lives in righteousness and truth,
To serve our Brethren, and instruct our youth.
Poor Cymon^[*] too, we awesomely revere, —
Are strangers to servility and fear;
Knights of an ancient Order! — doomed to trace
The sacred rules of all Emmanuel's race;
A Judas ne'er encouragement can find
Among a band, where three in one must bind,
Who're ever mindful of that dreadful day,
When fleeting souls resume their pristine clay:
Memento Mori — Cloud-capped towers fall,
And universal chaos buries all.
This institution — ancient in its kind,
In Fetherd ^[**] first was polished and refined;
Why not? — When beauties such as ye inspire
Our gallant Knights, and set their souls on fire;
In lovely order — see the polished rows,
Their friendship for the Royal Craft disclose;
The secret faithful Craft — who joys can feel,
Nor cry they roast meat — fare they e'er so well.
May such for ever be the ladies' choice,
Free from deceit — and free from every vice;
And more (ye Fair) than all your slave has said,
You're sure that men will grace your nuptial bed;
No wan Italians — no pale fribbles we,
But flesh and blood, brave, honest, frank and free.

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NEW SONGS.

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I.— SONG.

A new song for St. John's Day.

Hence, sorrow avaunt! you have no business here,
To dull-thinking mortals — go furrowed-faced care;
You've nothing to do with the free and sincere;

Which nobody can deny.

No ill-natured babbler with us ever shall join,
Our Freemason Art, I'll prove it divine,
What you have (if I want it) shall also be mine;

Which nobody can deny.

Fair Ladies with fribbles your joys never share,
They sue but for telling: — while Masons who bear
Undivulged their own-secrets, — to you'll be sincere;

Which nobody can deny.

We're true to our King, to our Country, our Lord;
For just cause a Mason will unsheath his sword,
A Mason's no courtier, he ne'er breaks his word;

Which nobody can deny.

The mightiest monarch who rules on a throne,
A Brother (though begging) can never disown,
In this kind of friendship we're really alone;

Which nobody can deny.

Our light among men who're enlightened shall blaze,
While those who're in darkness shall stand in amaze,
Like thunder-struck asses shall stupidly gaze;

Which nobody can deny.

Come here's to all Freemasons under the sun,
Who ever yet assembled to honour St. John,
May health, joy, and glory attend every one;

Say every true Brother Amen, Amen;
Say every true Brother Amen.

II.— SONG.

Composed for the Carberry Lodge, No.504

Air: Nancy Dawson.

There is a Lodge in Skibbereen

As truly good as ever was seen;

Composed of upright honest men,

Men who are fit for Masons:

No coxcombs pert shall ever join,

Nor bloated swabs replete with wine,

Our secrets truly are divine,

We're the enlightened Masons.

Knights Templars all of worth immense,

Of wit, of humour and of sense,

Without a tinge of impudence,

An health to all such Masons:

The poor ne'er feel from us neglect,

But always meet with due respect,

The needy Brother we'll protect,

And prove ourselves good Masons.

Our Tyler's good as any lord,

If to our tenets he'll accord.

And firmly mind the secret word

Unknown to all but Masons;

Nor is there one amongst us all,

Who on a summons or a call,

Would not with resolution fall,

Defending a Freemason.

From this our Lodge we'll never stray,

'Tis here that Sol's diffusive ray

Has beamed from high perpetual day,

On us true constant Masons:

A solemn tie to never part,

Imprinted on each Templar's heart,

Without equivocating art,

But like staunch honest Masons.

Our sweet High Priest ^[*] we will revere,

And Governor^[**], who fills the Chair

Both ever gay and debonaire,

The men to rule over Masons;

Two thousand chosen men upright,

Have been by them restored to sight,

And ushered into glorious Light,

Let's toast Cymonic^[*] Masons.

The following account, humorous by 18th century standards, strikes us as incredibly cruel! Likewise, to do it to a man because of his honest occupation seems extremely un-Masonic. Nevertheless, the song was in the book, so we present it here for historical completeness. Tom Creech, Amyas, O'Callaghan, Collins, Jermyn, Ned Townsend, Carthy, George Maunsell, and O'Discoll were evidently members of the Lodge who performed this travesty. As always, asterisks^[*] are footnotes from the original text, highlighted words are notes added by your transcriber.
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An humourous account of a pedlar, who applied to a most respectable Lodge to be initiated into the secrets of Freemasonry; the members of which were so highly incensed, that they served him in the following ludicrous manner.

III.-SONG.

Tune: Come let us prepare, &c.

Ridentem dicere Verum — quid vetat?

How Bennett was made

(A pedlar to trade)

A Mason of whimsical order;

We stript him quite bare,

Deprived him of hair,

And painted his skin like a border.

With candle in breech,

At the hour of Tom Creech^[*],

And prominent belly all painted;

He gained the grand Art,

Which he swore ne'er to part

Were you by, you'd with laughing have fainted.

Tantrobobus ^[*] was given

To shun the old leaven,

With tokens and signs in great plenty;

Hictius, Doctius and Stoke

Were the cream of the joke,

Then slaps on his ribs he got twenty.

With looks quite austere,

And like my Lord Mayor,

Amyas, he gave a deep lecture

'Bout the Man in the Moon,

And old Pantaloon,

With a treatise upon Architecture.

O'Callaghan, Grand Master,

Applied healing plaster,

To cure the ripe wounds of the poker;

For his buttocks were seared,

And clipt was his beard,

Whilst Collins^[***] was fined as a joker.

Little Jermyn stood snug,

Like a bug and a rug,

But thought the promotion too high, Sir;

For a man in one night,

To take such a flight,

And like Icarus, soar to the sky, Sir.

Ned Townsend and Carthy,

They both were right hearty,

And enjoyed the delights of the season^[*];

Whilst Maunsell^[**], all gravity,

Preached with much brevity,

Nothing but scripture and reason.

O'Discoll^[*], the haughty,

That giant so doughty,

Stood Tyler, like Gabriel of old, Sir;

Whilst feathers and tar,

In lieu of the hair,

Supplied Bennett, lest he'd take cold, Sir.

^[*]An huge enormous Milesian, upwards of seven feet eight inches high, who was placed at the door as a Tyler, in order to preserve every appearance, and the better to deceive Bennett, who really imagined himself (for many months after) an excellent Freemason.

IV.— SONG.

The Freemason's Wish.

Composed and set to music, by a Brother, for the Orange Lodge of Belfast, No.257. The music published in Walker's Magazine for February, 1782.

In the social amusements of life let us live,
Prove every delight love and friendship can give,
Where easy good-nature gives converse a zest,
And sense in the bright robe of humour is dressed;

Chorus

Where wisdom and strength and sweet beauty combine
Our souls to improve and our tempers refine,
Where arts of past ages by compass and rule,
Are taught in our Lodge, as of science the school.

A festival board where fair Phœbe may share
The jest, which her pureness unsullied might hear,
Unblushing enjoy, or reproving approve,
While Masons trust freely to friendship and love,

Time was made a blessing, not dealt as a curse.
The troubles of life are by pining made worse;
The sullen recluse may disrelish our plan,
But we'll live, and we'll love, and we'll laugh while we can.

V.— SONG.

The Portrait of a Mason.

Tune: The Mulberry Tree.

Ye sons of fair science, impatient to learn
What's meant by a Mason; now prithee discern:
He strengthens the weak, he gives light to the blind,
The naked he clothes — he's a friend to mankind:

Chorus

All shall yield to Masonry,
Bend to thee blest Masonry;
Matchless was he who founded thee,
And thou like him, immortal shall be.

He walks on the level of honour and truth,
And spurns the trite passions of folly and youth;
The Compass and Square all his frailties remove,
And his ultimate object is Brotherly Love.

With Fortitude blest, he's a stranger to fears,
And governed by Prudence, he cautiously steers;
Till Temperance shows him the port of content,
And Justice unmasked gives a sign of consent.

Inspired by his feelings, he'll bounty impart,
For charity ranges at large in his heart;
And an indigent Brother relieved from his woes,
Feels a pleasure inferior to him who bestows.

Thus a Mason I've drawn, and exposed to your view,
And truth must acknowledge the portrait is true;
Then members become, let's be Brothers and friends
There's a secret remaining will make you amends.

VI.— SONG.

On a Lady's declaring that a Lodge of Freemasons in grand procession, appeared like a parcel of mummers on a St. Stephen's Day. —N.B. The lady was rather ugly and ancient.

Lesbia despairing of success,
In winning hearts — for reasons,
(The world may miss's meaning guess)
Makes mummers of Freemasons.

Lesbia, we know the grapes are sour,
Not destined for your feeding;
Which is the cause you every hour,
Must shew your pretty breeding.

ROYAL ARCH SONG.

God caused great lights to shine,

Moving in orbs divine,

Which ever shall

Banish all darkness quite,

With such refulgent light,

And from eternal night

Save royals all.

Sanctum, Sanctorum,

Triangles — no more of 'em,

Wisdom's revealed;

Sublimest Arts refined,

Excellent Arches bind!

No flaw in heart or mind

Shall be concealed.

Few in our numbers are,

Therefore in royal chair

Honours abound;

We will join hearts and hand,

Whilst truths in Gospel stand,

None but the royal band

Shall circle round.

VIII.— SONG.

The Excellence of Freemasonry.

Adapted to the music of the favourite glee of Viva Tuti, for the Orange Lodge of Belfast, No. 257.

Hail! immortal, glorious Science,

Which to discord bids defiance;

Harmony alone reigns here.

Then let's sing to him who raised us,

From the rugged paths that mazed us,

To the Light that we'll revere.

A FREEMASON ANTHEM.

Metre: The 100 Psalm.

With friendly aid let us unite
Our souls, and give our Maker praise,
Who gave us this superior Light,
Let us to Him our voices raise.

The great Jehovah, God and Lord!
Divine Immanuel, send us down
Thy chiefest blessings to accord
And worship Thee — and Thee alone.

Let all thy servants here on earth,
In love and friendship ever dwell;
Thou King of worlds, great source of birth!
Can finite man thy bounties tell?

Thou Architect of worlds unknown,
Great Builder of ten thousand orbs,
Who with a fiat made the sun,
And with a nod the ocean curbs.

Thy blessings sure on us will wait,
Who live like Brethren — free and good;
True social harmony's a state
By few but Masons understood.

Unless we love our Brethren, Lord,
Whom we converse with, know and see;
Can we (frail creatures) love afford,
Or worship, or give praise to Thee?

All Hallelujahs to Thy name,
(While on earth) we'll raise on high;
And then that heavenly Lodge we'll claim,
Far, far removed beyond the sky.

To Thee, the true and living Lord,
Whom Heaven and every world adore;
All hail! ye Brethren, and accord
In praising him for evermore.

THE END.

INDEX

Of First Lines And Titles

In Sequence Order

No.	First Line	Pages	Title, if any
T1	Toasts	xix	A collection of Toasts (first edition)
1	Thus mighty eastern kings, and some	73	The Master's Song
2	From henceforth ever sing	74	The Warden's Song
3	Hail Masonry! thou Craft divine!	74-75	The Fellow-Craft's Song
4	Come let us prepare,	76-77	The Entered 'Prentice's Song
5	On, my dear Brethren, pursue your great lecture,	77-78	The Deputy Grand-Master's Song
6	Let Masonry be now my theme,	78-79	The Grand Warden's Song
7	Grant me, kind Heaven, what I request,	79-80	The Treasurer's Song (same as #70)
8	Ye Brethren of the ancient Craft,	80-81	The Secretary's Song
9	On you who Masonry despise	81-82
10	By Mason's Art th' aspiring domes	82-83
11	As I at Wheeler's Lodge one night	83
12	Some folks have with curious impertinence strove	83-84
13	You people who laugh at Masons, draw near	85-86
14	We have no idle prating	86-87
15	A Mason's daughter fair and young	87-88
16	A health to our sisters let's drink	88
17	Sing to the honour of those	88-89
18	Hail secret Art, by Heaven designed To cultivate...	89-90
19	Come are you prepared	90-91
20	The curious vulgar could never devise	91-92
21	We Brethren Freemasons let's mark the great name	92-93
22	What though they call us Masons, fools	93-94
23	Glorious Craft which fires the mind	95
24	Let malicious people censure	95-96
25	Come, come, my Brethren dear	96-97
26	Come follow, follow me	97-98
27	With Plumb, Level and Square,	98-100
28	King Solomon that wise projector	100-101
29	Of all institutions to form well the mind	101-102
30	To the science that virtue and art do maintain,	102-104
31	When earth's foundation first was laid	104-105
32	Come, boys, let us more liquor get	105-106
33	Guardian genius of our Art divine	106-107
34	Genius of Masonry descend	107-109	An Ode On Masonry
35	Pray lend me your ears my dear Brethren a while,	109-113	The Progress Of Masonry
36	As Masons once on Shinar's Plain	113-114
37	With harmony and flowing wine	115
38	Ye ancient sons of Tyre	115-116
39	From the depths let us raise	117-119
40	'Tis Masonry unites mankind	119-120
41	Once I was blind and could not see	120-122	(same as #64)
42	Attend loving Brethren and to me give ear	122-123
44	Attend, attend to the strains	124-125
43	See in the East the Master placed	124
45	To Masonry your voices raise	125-126
46	Blessed be the day that gave to me	126-127	An Ode (Recitative)
47	How blest are we from ignorance freed	127-129
48	Come fill up a bumper and let it go round	130
49	Urania sing the Art divine	130-132
50	Wake the lute and quivering strings	133	An Ode
51	Hail sacred Art, by Heaven designed A gracious blessing...	134
52	Hail! Masonry divine	134-135
53	Let Masons be merry each night when they meet,	135-136
54	If unity be good in every degree	136
55	How happy a Mason whose bosom still flows	137
56	When Masonry by Heaven's design	137-138
57	Let worthy Brethren all combine	138-139
58	With cordial hearts let's drink a health	139-141
59	Whoever wants wisdom, must with some delight,	141
60	Come, come, ye Elves that be,	142-143
61	Excuse my weak untutored Muse	144
62	Arise and sound thy trumpet, Fame,	145
63	When the sun from the East first salutes mortal eyes,	146-147	The Hod Carrier's Song
64	Once I was blind and could not see	147-148	(same as #41)
65	God bless the royal band	149-150	Knights Templars
66	When a Lodge of Freemasons	150-152
67	Let Masonry from pole to pole	152
68	Unite, unite, your voices raise,	153
69	Adam, the first of all human kind,	154-161	The History Of Masonry, By Dr. Anderson
70	Grant us, kind Heaven, what we request,	162	Anthem (same as #7)
71	Oh! Blessed and glorious Christ	163	A Prayer For Knights Templars'
72	If to delight to humanize the mind,	164	Prologue 1
73	As a wild rake that courts a virgin fair,	165	Prologue 2
74	As some cracked chemist of projecting brain,	165-166	Prologue 3
75	You've seen me oft in gold and ermine dressed,	167	Prologue 4
76	While others sing of wars and martial feats	167-168	Prologue 5
77	With what malicious joy, e'er I knew better,	169	Epilogue 1
78	Well, here I'm come to let you know my thoughts;	169-170	Epilogue 2
79	Where are these Hydras, let me vent my spleen,	170-171	Epilogue 3
80	Well, heavens be praised, the mighty secret's out;	171-173	Epilogue 4
81	How happy once, on Heaven's primæval plan,	173-174	Epilogue 5
82	Convened, we're met — chief Oracle of Heaven,	175-181	Solomon's Temple: An Oratorio
T2	Toasts	181	A collection of Toasts (later edition)
83	See, here are men, who are bound by ties to tread	182-183	Prologue spoken before a Play, &c.
84	Hence sorrow avaunt, you have no business here	184-185	Song For St. John's Day
85	There is a Lodge in Skibbereen	185-186	Song Composed For The Carberry Lodge, No.504
86	How Bennett was made	186-188	How Bennett Was Made
87	In the social amusements of life let us live	188	The Freemason's Wish
88	Ye sons of fair science, impatient to learn	189	The Portrait Of A Mason
89	Lesbia despairing of success	190	Lesbia Despairing Of Success
90	God caused great lights to shine	190-191	Royal Arch Song
91	Hail, immortal glorious Science	191	The Excellence Of Freemasonry
92	With friendly aid let us unite	191-192	A Freemason Anthem

INDEX

Of First Lines

In Alphabetical Order

No.	First Line	Pages	Title, if any
16	A health to our sisters let's drink	88
15	A Mason's daughter fair and young	87-88
69	Adam, the first of all human kind,	154-161	The History Of Masonry, By Dr. Anderson
62	Arise and sound thy trumpet, Fame,	145
73	As a wild rake that courts a virgin fair,	165	Prologue 2
11	As I at Wheeler's Lodge one night	83
36	As Masons once on Shinar's Plain	113-114
74	As some cracked chemist of projecting brain,	165-166	Prologue 3
44	Attend, attend to the strains	124-125
42	Attend loving Brethren and to me give ear	122-123
46	Blessed be the day that gave to me	126-127	An Ode (Recitative)
10	By Mason's Art th' aspiring domes	82-83
19	Come are you prepared	90-91
32	Come, boys, let us more liquor get	105-106
25	Come, come, my Brethren dear	96-97
60	Come, come, ye Elves that be,	142-143
48	Come fill up a bumper and let it go round	130
26	Come follow, follow me	97-98
4	Come let us prepare,	76-77	The Entered 'Prentice's Song
82	Convened, we're met — chief Oracle of Heaven,	175-181	Solomon's Temple: An Oratorio
61	Excuse my weak untutored Muse	144
2	From henceforth ever sing	74	The Warden's Song
39	From the depths let us raise	117-119
34	Genius of Masonry descend	107-109	An Ode On Masonry
23	Glorious Craft which fires the mind	95
65	God bless the royal band	149-150	Knights Templars
90	God caused great lights to shine	190-191	Royal Arch Song
7	Grant me, kind Heaven, what I request,	79-80	The Treasurer's Song (same as #70)
70	Grant us, kind Heaven, what we request,	162	Anthem (same as #7)
33	Guardian genius of our Art divine	106-107
91	Hail, immortal glorious Science	191	The Excellence Of Freemasonry
52	Hail! Masonry divine	134-135
3	Hail Masonry! thou Craft divine!	74-75	The Fellow-Craft's Song
18	Hail secret Art, by Heaven designed To cultivate...	89-90
51	Hail sacred Art, by Heaven designed A gracious blessing...	134
84	Hence sorrow avaunt, you have no business here	184-185	Song For St. John's Day
86	How Bennett was made	186-188	How Bennett Was Made
47	How blest are we from ignorance freed	127-129
55	How happy a Mason whose bosom still flows	137
81	How happy once, on Heaven's primæval plan,	173-174	Epilogue 5
72	If to delight to humanize the mind,	164	Prologue 1
54	If unity be good in every degree	136
87	In the social amusements of life let us live	188	The Freemason's Wish
28	King Solomon that wise projector	100-101
89	Lesbia despairing of success	190	Lesbia Despairing Of Success
24	Let malicious people censure	95-96
6	Let Masonry be now my theme,	78-79	The Grand Warden's Song
67	Let Masonry from pole to pole	152
53	Let Masons be merry each night when they meet,	135-136
57	Let worthy Brethren all combine	138-139
29	Of all institutions to form well the mind	101-102
71	Oh! Blessed and glorious Christ	163	A Prayer For Knights Templars'
5	On, my dear Brethren, pursue your great lecture,	77-78	The Deputy Grand-Master's Song
9	On you who Masonry despise	81-82
41	Once I was blind and could not see	120-122	(same as #64)
64	Once I was blind and could not see	147-148	(same as #41)
35	Pray lend me your ears my dear Brethren a while,	109-113	The Progress Of Masonry
83	See, here are men, who are bound by ties to tread	182-183	Prologue spoken before a Play, &c.
43	See in the East the Master placed	124
17	Sing to the honour of those	88-89
12	Some folks have with curious impertinence strove	83-84
20	The curious vulgar could never devise	91-92
85	There is a Lodge in Skibbereen	185-186	Song Composed For The Carberry Lodge, No.504
1	Thus mighty eastern kings, and some	73	The Master's Song
40	'Tis Masonry unites mankind	119-120
45	To Masonry your voices raise	125-126
30	To the science that virtue and art do maintain,	102-104
68	Unite, unite, your voices raise,	153
49	Urania sing the Art divine	130-132
50	Wake the lute and quivering strings	133	An Ode
21	We Brethren Freemasons let's mark the great name	92-93
14	We have no idle prating	86-87
80	Well, heavens be praised, the mighty secret's out;	171-173	Epilogue 4
78	Well, here I'm come to let you know my thoughts;	169-170	Epilogue 2
22	What though they call us Masons, fools	93-94
66	When a Lodge of Freemasons	150-152
31	When earth's foundation first was laid	104-105
56	When Masonry by Heaven's design	137-138
63	When the sun from the East first salutes mortal eyes,	146-147	The Hod Carrier's Song
79	Where are these Hydras, let me vent my spleen,	170-171	Epilogue 3
76	While others sing of wars and martial feats	167-168	Prologue 5
59	Whoever wants wisdom, must with some delight,	141
58	With cordial hearts let's drink a health	139-141
92	With friendly aid let us unite	191-192	A Freemason Anthem
37	With harmony and flowing wine	115
27	With Plumb, Level and Square,	98-100
77	With what malicious joy, e'er I knew better,	169	Epilogue 1
38	Ye ancient sons of Tyre	115-116
8	Ye Brethren of the ancient Craft,	80-81	The Secretary's Song
88	Ye sons of fair science, impatient to learn	189	The Portrait Of A Mason
13	You people who laugh at Masons, draw near	85-86
75	You've seen me oft in gold and ermine dressed,	167	Prologue 4

Index of Titles

In Alphabetical Order

No.	Title	Pages
70	Anthem	162
5	The Deputy Grand-Master's Song	77-78
4	The Enter'd 'Prentice's Song	76-77
77	Epilogues (5)	169-174
91	The Excellence Of Freemasonry	191
3	The Fellow-Craft's Song	74-75
92	A Freemason Anthem	191-192
87	The Freemason's Wish	188
6	The Grand Warden's Song	78-79
69	The History Of Masonry, By Dr. Anderson	154-161
63	The Hod Carrier's Song	146
86	How Bennett Was Made	186-188
65	Knights Templars	149
89	Lesbia Despairing Of Success	190
1	The Master's Song	73
50	An Ode	133
46	An Ode (Recitative)	126-127
34	An Ode On Masonry	107-109
88	The Portrait Of A Mason	189
71	A Prayer for Knights Templars	163
35	The Progress Of Masonry	109-113
72	Prologues (5)	164-168
83	Prologue for Knights Templars	182-183
90	Royal Arch Song	190-191
8	The Secretary's Song	80-81
82	Solomon's Temple: an Oratorio	175-181
85	Song Composed For The Carberry Lodge, No.504	185-186
84	Song For St. John's Day	184-185
7	The Treasurer's Song	79-80
2	The Warden's Song	74