Tuesday, December 11, 2012

A Masonic Song - Robert Burns

It happened on a winter night
And early in the season
Some body said my bonny lad
Was gone to be a Mason
Fal de ral etc.
I cryed and wailed but nought availed
He put a forward face on
And did avow that he was now
A free accepted Mason.
Still doubting if the fact was true
He gave me demonstration
For out he drew before my view
The Jewels of a Mason.
The Jewels all baith great and small
I viewed with admiration
When he set his siege and drew his gaze
I wondered at my mason.
His compass stride he laid it wide
I thought I guessed the reason
But his mallet shaft it put me daft
I longed to be a Mason.
Good plumets strong he downward hung
A noble jolly brace on
And off a slant his broacher sent
And drove it like a mason.
But the tempered steel began to fail
Too soft for the occasion
It melted plain he drove so keen
My galant noble Mason.
So pleased was I to see him ply
The tools of his vocation
I beg'd for once he wuld dispense
And make a Maid a mason.
Then round and round in mystic ground
He took the middle station'
And with halting pace he reached the place
Where I was made a mason.
Then more and more the light did pour
With bright Illumination
But when the grip he did me slip
I gloried in my mason.
What farther past is here lock fast
I'm under obligation
But fill to him up to the brim
Can make a maid a mason
 
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Mount Hermon Lodge #118 was chartered in 1848 by the Grand Lodge of North Carolina. Housed in the Asheville Masonic Temple, our Stated Communication meets on the first Thursday of each month with an open dinner at 6:30pm and the meeting following at 7:30pm.