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Article SHE WOULD BE A MASON.* ← Page 2 of 3 →
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She Would Be A Mason.*
0 ! horrible sound ! 0 ! horrible sight ! Can it be that Masons take delight In spending thus the hours of night ? Ah ! coidd their ivives and daughters know The unutterable things they say and do , Their feminine hearts would burst with woe ! But this is not all my story .
For those Masons joined in a hideous riug , The candidate hoivled like anything , And thus in tones of death they sing—The candidate ' s name ivas Morey" Blood to drink and bones to break
, Skulls to smash ancl lives to take , Hearts to crush and souls to burn ; Give old Morey another turn , And make him grim and gory !"
Trembling with horror stood Mrs . Byrde , Unable to speak a single word ; She staggered , and fell in the nearest chair , On the left of the Junior Warden there , And scarcely noticed , so loud the groans—That the chair ivas made of human bones !
Of human bones ! On grinning skulls That ghastly throne of horror rolls ; Those skulls the skulls that Morgan bore ! Those bones the bones that Morgan ivore ! His scalp across the top Avas flung—His teeth around the arms were strung , Never in all romance were known Such uses made , of human bone .
The bright stone glared in lurid flame , Just like a place ive Avill not name ; Good angels that inquiring came From blissful courts looked up with shame ' Ancl tearful melancholy .
Again they dance , but twice as bad ; They jump and sing like demons mad—The tune is " Hunkey-Dorey " — " Blood to drink , " etc ., etc . Then came a pause—a pair of paws
Reached through the floor , up sliding doors , And grabbed the unhappy candidate ! How can I without tears relate The lost and ruined Morey ' s fate ?
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
She Would Be A Mason.*
0 ! horrible sound ! 0 ! horrible sight ! Can it be that Masons take delight In spending thus the hours of night ? Ah ! coidd their ivives and daughters know The unutterable things they say and do , Their feminine hearts would burst with woe ! But this is not all my story .
For those Masons joined in a hideous riug , The candidate hoivled like anything , And thus in tones of death they sing—The candidate ' s name ivas Morey" Blood to drink and bones to break
, Skulls to smash ancl lives to take , Hearts to crush and souls to burn ; Give old Morey another turn , And make him grim and gory !"
Trembling with horror stood Mrs . Byrde , Unable to speak a single word ; She staggered , and fell in the nearest chair , On the left of the Junior Warden there , And scarcely noticed , so loud the groans—That the chair ivas made of human bones !
Of human bones ! On grinning skulls That ghastly throne of horror rolls ; Those skulls the skulls that Morgan bore ! Those bones the bones that Morgan ivore ! His scalp across the top Avas flung—His teeth around the arms were strung , Never in all romance were known Such uses made , of human bone .
The bright stone glared in lurid flame , Just like a place ive Avill not name ; Good angels that inquiring came From blissful courts looked up with shame ' Ancl tearful melancholy .
Again they dance , but twice as bad ; They jump and sing like demons mad—The tune is " Hunkey-Dorey " — " Blood to drink , " etc ., etc . Then came a pause—a pair of paws
Reached through the floor , up sliding doors , And grabbed the unhappy candidate ! How can I without tears relate The lost and ruined Morey ' s fate ?