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 as we?And fierce 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 kindshearted 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 unit & 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 those,Who treat us as friends, and we smile at our foes,And since we're bound. &c.
We bend to the King, to our Master we bend;For these are the rulers we're bound to defend:And when such a King, such a Master arise,As Britons, as Masons, we've cause to rejoice.And since we're bound. &c.
Divider from 'The Linnet', a chapbook printed in Falkirk in 1819
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