Come, let us prepare, We brothers that are Assembled on merry occasion; Let's drink, laugh and sing, Our wine has a spring, Here's a health to an Accepted Mason. The world is in pain Our secrets to gain, And still let them wonder and gaze on; 'Till they're shown the light, They'll ne'er know the right Word or sign of an Accepted Mason. 'Tis this and 'tis that, They cannot tell what, Why so many great men of the nation, Should aprons put on, To make themselves one With a free and an Accepted Mason. Great kings, dukes and lords, Have laid by their swords, Our myst'ry to put a good grace on, And ne'er been ashame'd, To hear themselves nam'd, With a free and an Accepted Mason. Antiquity's pride We have on our side, And it maketh men just in their station; There's nought but what's good, To be understood By a free and an accepted Mason. We're true and sincere, And just to the Fair; They'll trust us on ev'ry occasion: No mortal can more The ladies adore, Than a free and an Accepted Mason. Then join hand in hand, By each brother firm stand, Let's be merry and put a firm face on; What mortal can boast So noble a toast, As a free and an Accepted Mason! CHORUS: No mortal can boast, So noble a toast, As a free and an Accepted Mason.
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