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Masonic Song,
MASONIC SONG ,
Written and sung on occasion of the Portrait of the late William Ferine , Esq Haddington / ' painted by Watson ) , being placed in the Haddington St . John ' s Kilwinning Lodge , 1823 .
O ! WILLIE is a canty chiel , The Mason-art he kens so weel ; To raise a laugh , or —raise the de'il—It ' s just the same to Willie , O ! We ' ve had him long , we'll baud him fast , This night auld Fame shall blaw a blast , While far away our cares we cast ,
And drink success to Willie , O ! Our sacred art , by Heaven refined , That joins and blesses all mankind , For such as Willie was designed , Wha counts each mau his brither , O ' . Wi' mystic lore , and humorous art , He steals sae o ' er the Craftsmen ' s heart , That when we meet we scarce can part , Sae blest wi' ane anither , O !
Immortal be great Hiram ' s name , And Solomon ' s undying fame!—We hail their bright united flame Reflected in our Willie , O ! The rule and square is still his badge , Nor orient seer , nor Tyrian sage , Could ever handle plumb or guage
Like our great Master , Willie , O ! How oft our little social band Has met beneath his high command , While beauteous order round did stand . Supported aye by Willie , O ! No faction e ' er our Lodge divides , Where Truth ancl Friendship still abides , Nor ever shall , while here presides Our gude auld Master , Willie , O !
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Masonic Song,
MASONIC SONG ,
Written and sung on occasion of the Portrait of the late William Ferine , Esq Haddington / ' painted by Watson ) , being placed in the Haddington St . John ' s Kilwinning Lodge , 1823 .
O ! WILLIE is a canty chiel , The Mason-art he kens so weel ; To raise a laugh , or —raise the de'il—It ' s just the same to Willie , O ! We ' ve had him long , we'll baud him fast , This night auld Fame shall blaw a blast , While far away our cares we cast ,
And drink success to Willie , O ! Our sacred art , by Heaven refined , That joins and blesses all mankind , For such as Willie was designed , Wha counts each mau his brither , O ' . Wi' mystic lore , and humorous art , He steals sae o ' er the Craftsmen ' s heart , That when we meet we scarce can part , Sae blest wi' ane anither , O !
Immortal be great Hiram ' s name , And Solomon ' s undying fame!—We hail their bright united flame Reflected in our Willie , O ! The rule and square is still his badge , Nor orient seer , nor Tyrian sage , Could ever handle plumb or guage
Like our great Master , Willie , O ! How oft our little social band Has met beneath his high command , While beauteous order round did stand . Supported aye by Willie , O ! No faction e ' er our Lodge divides , Where Truth ancl Friendship still abides , Nor ever shall , while here presides Our gude auld Master , Willie , O !