Arriving in London he hastened to court, Where numbers of little great men do resort, Who all stood amaz'd, when he asked for the dame, And swore they had scarce ever heard of the name. To Westminster Hall next the god did repair, thus, The persons you mention, sir, ne'er trouble us. Derry down, &c. Then bending his course to the Cyprian grove, He civilly asked for the young god of Love; The urchin replied, could you think here to find her, When I and my mother you know never mind her. Derry down, &c. In one only place you can find her on earth, The seat of true friendship, love, freedom and mirth, To a lodge of free-masons then quickly repair, And you need not to doubt but you'll meet with her there. Derry down, &c. X. THE "NO SINGER'S" SONG. (By Bro. J. Lee Stevens.) Without hesitation I answer the call To sing you a song, though no singer at all; Don't you think he was right? if you think I've no chance again to be asked for a song! I once had a friend with a treble so rare, Don't you think he was right? if you think I've no chance again to be asked for a song! This Brother sang bass with a voice so profound, That his "double G" quavered a mile underground Till fearing an earthquake might some day ensue The singing gave up, and that splendid shake too: Don't you think he was right? if you think he was wrong, I've no chance again to be asked for a song! For myself no one ever suspected that I So drown in a bumper the "No Singer's" song. XI. THREE TIMES THREE! BY BROTHER J. E. CARPENTER, OF LODGE, NO. 356. Oh! three times three is a mystery Of a mason's craft, and-you know the rest. Here's "A health to all masons, wherever they be," With a loud hurrah, and—a three times three! CHORUS. Come, join with me, let the toast go free, Three times three-is there one would shrink Oh! three times three shall the token be Of friendship-obedience-fidelity,— For 'tis friendship that brother to brother should bear, And obedience a Mason show everywhere; By Providence planted in every breast, While these are combined, fill your glasses with me And drink "OUR GRAND MASTER" with three times three! Come, join with me, &c. XII. Here's a health to each one, To have lawfully gain'd The name of an accepted Mason. Fame trumpets it loud, That there is none shall E'er vie with an accepted Mason. The glories of kings Are poor empty things, Tho' empires they have in possession, Of that noble name, It is ancienter far The world is amaz'd The devil is nigh When one is accepted a Mason. But let them say on, Let's drink his health round That is secret and sound, And a faithful accepted Mason. XIII. On you who Masonry despise, Yourselves you banter, but not it: We have compassion for those fools Have a pretence to please, To state-disputes we ne'er give birth, We love our country and our king, XIV. When a lodge of Free-masons Trusty brothers take care, You're going to make a Free-mason. |