By a Brother of the Lodge of St. ⟨Luke's⟩, Edinburgh.
Tune—In the Garb of Old Gaul.
In the dress of Free Masons, fit garments for Jove,With the strongest attachment, true brotherly love,We now are assembl'd, all jovial and free,For who are so wise, and so happy are we!And since we're bound by secrecy to unity & love,Let us like Brethren, faithful to ev'ry Brother prove:
Thus, hand in hand, let's firmly stand, All Masons, in a ring,Protectors of our native land,The Craft, and the King.
Tho' some, with ambition for glory contend,And when they've attain'd it, despise each poor friend,Yet a Mason, tho' noble, his fame to insure,Counts each Mason his Brother tho' ever so poor.And since we're bound. &c,
But not to our Brethren alone we confineThat brotherly love, that affection divine,For our kind-hearted Sisters in that bear a share, And, as we admire, we're belov'd by the Fair.And since we're bound, by secrecy, to unity & love,Let us, like Brethren, faithful still to ev'ry sister prove, &c.
With justice, with candour, our bosoms are warm'd,Our tongues are with truth and sincerity arm'd;We're loyal, we're trusty, we're faithful to thoseWho treat us as friends, and we smile at our foes.And since we're bound, &c.
We bend to the King, to our Sovereign we bend:His throne and his crown we are bound to defend;And when such a King, anda Ruler arise,As Britons, as Masons, we've cause to rejoice.And since we're bound, &c.
Divider from 'The Free-Mason's Garland', a chapbook printed in Falkirk in 1821
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