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Poetry.
The Grand Architect whose word did erect Eternity , measure ,, and space , First laid the fair plan on which we began , Cement of harmony and peace , Cement , & c . Ciio . For like pillars , & c . Whose firmness of heart , fair treasure of arts
To the eye ' s of the vulgar unknown , Whose lustre can beam new dignity , and fame On the pulpit , the bar , or the throne , On'the , & c . , Indissoluble bands our hearts and our hands In social benevolence bind , Fortrue to his causeby immutable laws
, , , A Mason ' s a friend to mankind , A Mason ' s , & c . let joy flow around , and peace-olive abound , Preside at our mystical rites , Whose candour-maintains our auspicious domains . And freedom with order unites , And freedom , & c . -.
Nor let the dear maid our mysteries dread , Nor think them repugnant to love ; To beauty we bend , and her empire defend , .. Her empire deriv'dfrom above , -. Her empire , & c . Then let ' s all unite , sincere arid upright , On the level of virtue to stand ; No mortals can be more happy than we , With a Brother and friend in each hand , With a Brother , & c .
Whisky: An Irish Bacchanalian Song.
WHISKY : AN IRISH BACCHANALIAN SONG .
BY T . P
TUNE " Green grow ihe Hushes , Oi " LET Sawney loo' the lasses , 0 , And sing- their praise from morn till night , Such idle joys , I'd have ye know , Can ne ' er gi' Murphy ' s son delight ; For tho' like stars their eyes do . shine When just a little frisky , O , divine
To be sure they don't look quite Till lighted up with Whisky , O I When in this world I popp'd my nose , The gossips all around were met , Away for water one o' ' em-goes , Because I was a sickly pet ; But Father Leary , precious soul ' . That iiigiit a little brisk or so , Dipt his sweet fingers in the bowl , And sprinkled me with Whisky , O !
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Poetry.
The Grand Architect whose word did erect Eternity , measure ,, and space , First laid the fair plan on which we began , Cement of harmony and peace , Cement , & c . Ciio . For like pillars , & c . Whose firmness of heart , fair treasure of arts
To the eye ' s of the vulgar unknown , Whose lustre can beam new dignity , and fame On the pulpit , the bar , or the throne , On'the , & c . , Indissoluble bands our hearts and our hands In social benevolence bind , Fortrue to his causeby immutable laws
, , , A Mason ' s a friend to mankind , A Mason ' s , & c . let joy flow around , and peace-olive abound , Preside at our mystical rites , Whose candour-maintains our auspicious domains . And freedom with order unites , And freedom , & c . -.
Nor let the dear maid our mysteries dread , Nor think them repugnant to love ; To beauty we bend , and her empire defend , .. Her empire deriv'dfrom above , -. Her empire , & c . Then let ' s all unite , sincere arid upright , On the level of virtue to stand ; No mortals can be more happy than we , With a Brother and friend in each hand , With a Brother , & c .
Whisky: An Irish Bacchanalian Song.
WHISKY : AN IRISH BACCHANALIAN SONG .
BY T . P
TUNE " Green grow ihe Hushes , Oi " LET Sawney loo' the lasses , 0 , And sing- their praise from morn till night , Such idle joys , I'd have ye know , Can ne ' er gi' Murphy ' s son delight ; For tho' like stars their eyes do . shine When just a little frisky , O , divine
To be sure they don't look quite Till lighted up with Whisky , O I When in this world I popp'd my nose , The gossips all around were met , Away for water one o' ' em-goes , Because I was a sickly pet ; But Father Leary , precious soul ' . That iiigiit a little brisk or so , Dipt his sweet fingers in the bowl , And sprinkled me with Whisky , O !