II. With a fermon on Sunday, And good viands in't; Both winter and fummer, To drink to my goffip, And be pledg'd by my cummer. III. With pigs and with poultry, And to comfort my daughter The pleafures of, &c. IV. With a bed foft and easy To reft on at night, To rife with the light: To do her work neatly, And blow up the fire. V. With health and content, And a good easy chair; With a thick hood and mantle, When I ride on my mare: Let me dwell near my cupboard, VI. And when I am dead, Tho' the flower of her youth She liv'd well and happy The Free Mafon's Song. I. OME let us prepare, Co We brothers that are Assembled, on merry occasion: Let's drink, laugh, and fing, Here's a health to an accepted mason. II. The world is in pain Our fecret to gain, . And still let them wonder and gaze on: They ne'er can divine The word, or the sign, Of a free and an accepted mason. III. 'Tis this and 'tis that, They cannot tell what, Why fo many great men of the nation Should aprons put on, To make themselves one, With a free and an accepted mason. IV. Great kings, dukes, and lords, Have laid by their fwords, Our myst'ry to put a good grace on, And ne'er been asham'd To hear themselves nam'd With a free and an accepted mason. V. Still firm to our trust, In friendship we're just, Our actions we guide by our reason : By obferving this rule, The paffions move cool Of a free and an accepted mason. All idle debate VI. About church or the state, The springs of impiety and treason : These raisers of ftrife Ne'er ruffle the life Of a free and an accepted mason. VII. Antiquity's pride We have on our side, Which adds high renown to our station: To be understood By a free and an accepted mason. VIII. The clergy embrace, And all Aaron's race, Our square actions their knowledge to place on: And in each degree They'll honoured be With a free and an accepted mason. IX. We're true and fincere In our love to the fair, Who will truft us on every occasion : No mortal can more The ladies adore Than a free and an accepted mason. X. Then join hand in hand, T' each other firm stand, Let's be merry and put a good face on : What mortal can boast So noble a toast As a free and an accepted mason ? The Sailor's Rant. I. HOW pleafant a failor's life paffes, Who roams o'er the watery main ! No treasure he ever amaffes, But chearfully spends all his gain. CHORUS. Then why should we quarrel for riches A light heart and a thin pair of breeches II. The world is a beautiful garden, Enrich'd with the bleffings of life, The toiler with plenty rewarding, Which plenty too often breeds ftrife. When terrible tempests assail us, And mountainous billows affright; No grandeur or wealth can avail us, But skilful industry steers right. Then why should, &c. III. The courtier's more fubject to dangers, |