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242 FREE-MASONS SONGS,
VIII. *
Then hoping I have not detain’d you too long,
I here fhall take leave to finilh my fong,
With a health to ‘the mafter, and thofe who
are free.
That live to the rules of mafonry.
SONG XXXII.
I.
GOme lend me your ears, loving brethren, a
while,
Quite fober my fenles, tho’ joking my Ryle :
I’ll fing you fuch wonders, unknown to all thofe
That e’er flutter’d in verfe, or hobbled in profc.
Derry down, down,
Down, derry down.
II.
When all in confufion the CHAOS yet lay.
Ere ev’ning and morning had made the firfl; day,
The unform’d materials lay jumbled together.
Like fp many Dutchmen in thick foggy weather.
Derry down, &c.
III.
When tp this cpnfufion no end fbon appear’d,
The Ibv’reign Grand-mafter’s word fudden was
heard:
Then teem’d mother Chaos with maternal throes!
And lb the grand lodge of this world arole.
Derry down, &c.