Classic Poem

Tune, Ye frolicksome sparks of the game .

A Mason is great and respected,
Tho' cavillers wrangle and mock;
His plan is in WISDOM projected,
His edifice built on a rock.

Cho . The attempts of his foes miscarry,
And ever in vain are found;
Or so wide, that they need no parry,
Or so weak, that they make no wound.

Good-nature's an Englishman's merit,
A title all Britons desire;
But We claim the name and the spirit,
From the corner-stone up to the spire.

Cho . The attempts of our foes miscarry, &c.

Tho' often decry'd and derided,
No tyrant our freedom controuls,
With us mighty monarchs have sided,
And emp'ror's are writ in our rolls.

Cho . The attempts of our foes miscarry, &c.

Then fill up the glass and be sunny,
Attend to due method and form;
The bee that can make the most honey,
Is fairly the flow'r of the swarm.

Cho . The attempts of our foes miscarry, &c.