I. THE ENTERED 'PRENTICES 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 health to an accepted Mason.

The world is in pain,
Our secrets to gain,

But 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 myst'ry to put a good grace on;
And thought they were fam'd
To hear themselves nam'd,
With a free and an accepted Mason.
Antiquity's pride

We have on our side,

Which maketh men just in their station;

* Or," Whether beggar or king."

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II. THE FELLOW CRAFT'S SONG.

Tho' millions 'gainst the craft unite,
Their union is but vain,

In vain they ridicule that light,

Which they can ne'er obtain;
Our secrets we can keep with ease,
For they're locked up with iv'ry keys.
We never fail to show respect
To whom respect is due;
The indigent we ne'er neglect,
We're to each other true:

The needy may partake our store,
And want go smiling from our door.

Our charity, quite unconfin'd,

Spreads east, west, north, and south: Expressions tender, good, and kind, Proceed from ev'ry mouth:

And men may make, by means like these, Five talents ten, whene'er they please.

Malicious men may still conspire,
In vain they shoot their darts;
We know they see, and must admire
The goodness of our hearts:

Their schemes to blast a mason's name
Serve only to increase his fame.

We're open, gen'rous, and sincere,
We mean to do no wrong;

Our guides the compass and the square,
Alone to us belong:

By one we live, by t'other move,
And all our work is wrought for love.
May ev'ry brother here agree

To take his glass in hand,

And drink a health with three times three,
Unto our Master Grand;

With pens of gold record his name,
In that great book the book of fame.

III. THE MASTER MASON'S SONG.
By Dr. Anderson.

We sing of Masons ancient fame!
Lo, eighty thousand craftsmen rise
Under the masters of great name,
More than three thousand just and wise.
Employ'd by Solomon the Sire,

And gen'ral Master Mason too,
As Hiram was in stately Tyre,
Like Salem built by Masons true.

The royal art was then divine,

The craftsmen counsell'd from above.
The temple was the grand design,
The wond'ring world did all approve.
Ingenious men from every place
Came to survey the glorious pile;
And when return'd, began to trace
And imitate its noble style.

At length the Grecians came to know,
Geometry and learn'd the art
Pythagoras was rais'd to show,
And glorious Euclid to impart:
Great Archimedes too appear'd,
And Carthaginian masters bright;
Till Roman citizens uprear'd

The art, with wisdom and delight.
But when proud Asia they had quell'd.
And Greece and Egypt overcome,
In architecture they excell'd,

And brought the learning all to Rome :
Where wise Vitruvius warden prime,
Of architects the art improv'd

In great Augustus' peaceful time,
When arts and artists were belov'd.

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 the citadels and tow'rs,

With ancient dyke, and bank, and mine, The temples, palaces and bow'rs

That spoke the Masons grand design.
Thus mighty eastern kings, and some
Of Abram'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 show its secrets in a song?
They're safely kept in Mason's heart,
And to the ancient lodge belong.