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Craft Customs Of The Ancient Stonehewers, Masons, And Carpenters.
ye out of the gates : if the gate is shut go to the other , if the other is closed go to the third , if the third is closed go back to the master ' s house , beg a mallet and double pick , go to the city walls , make a breach therein , throw your bundle out before you , jump on to it with both feetand
, cry " Vivat . " That is the custom of all right trusty stonehewers . When my heart breaks in death ' s dark night , May it awake in freedom ' s light .
An Old Stonehewer's Song.
AN OLD STONEHEWER'S SONG .
A flow ' r in his hat , his staff m hand , Goes restless a wand ' rer from land to land , Sees many a road , sees many a place , His pace ever onward , still onward his pace . ( Repeat . ) Quoth a beautiful maiden ( resist her who can ?) "Be heartily welcome , thou wandering man !"
The blood to his cheek , at the touch of her hand , But onward , aye onward to some other land . ( Repeat . ) A hut on the hill , overlooking the Rhine , All covered with roses and tendrils of A'ine . And fain would he stay there its beauties to con ,
But onward he goes , he must ever go on . ( Repeat . ) Thus offer him life what pleasures it may , Still fate drives him onward , too restless to stay ; And when at the grave he looks back o ' er the plain Not one will of all this earth ' s pleasures remain . ( Repeat )
But deep in his soul one comfort there is , The torrent of fate could not tear him from this , Though the flame of his life shone with treacherous shine , He trustful exclaims : " The future is mine . " ( Repeat . )
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Craft Customs Of The Ancient Stonehewers, Masons, And Carpenters.
ye out of the gates : if the gate is shut go to the other , if the other is closed go to the third , if the third is closed go back to the master ' s house , beg a mallet and double pick , go to the city walls , make a breach therein , throw your bundle out before you , jump on to it with both feetand
, cry " Vivat . " That is the custom of all right trusty stonehewers . When my heart breaks in death ' s dark night , May it awake in freedom ' s light .
An Old Stonehewer's Song.
AN OLD STONEHEWER'S SONG .
A flow ' r in his hat , his staff m hand , Goes restless a wand ' rer from land to land , Sees many a road , sees many a place , His pace ever onward , still onward his pace . ( Repeat . ) Quoth a beautiful maiden ( resist her who can ?) "Be heartily welcome , thou wandering man !"
The blood to his cheek , at the touch of her hand , But onward , aye onward to some other land . ( Repeat . ) A hut on the hill , overlooking the Rhine , All covered with roses and tendrils of A'ine . And fain would he stay there its beauties to con ,
But onward he goes , he must ever go on . ( Repeat . ) Thus offer him life what pleasures it may , Still fate drives him onward , too restless to stay ; And when at the grave he looks back o ' er the plain Not one will of all this earth ' s pleasures remain . ( Repeat )
But deep in his soul one comfort there is , The torrent of fate could not tear him from this , Though the flame of his life shone with treacherous shine , He trustful exclaims : " The future is mine . " ( Repeat . )