... Masonic Poems by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
THE MASTERS APRON
by Robert Burnes
Ther's many a badge thats unco braw;
Wi' ribbon, lace and tape on:
Let Kings an' Princes wear them a'-
Gie me the Masters apron!
The honest craftsman's apron,
The jolly Freemasons apron,
Be he at hame, or roam afar,
Before his touch fa's holt and bar
The gates of fortune fly ajar'
'Gin he but wears the apron.
For wealth and honour, pride and power
Are crumbling stanes to base on;
Eternity suld rule the hour,
And ilka worthy Mason.
Each ancient crafted Mason.
Then, brithers, let halesome sang
Arise your friendly ranks alang!
Guidwives and bairnies blithly string
Thats is worn by the Master Mason.
Ye sons of old Killie, assembled by Willie,
To follow the noble vocation;
Your thrifty old mother has scarce such another
To sit in that honoured station.
I've little to say, but only to pray,
As praying's the ton of your fashion;
A prayer from the muse you will excuse,
"Tis seldom her favorite passion.
Ye powers who preside o'er wind and the tide,
Who marked each element's border,
Who formed this frame with beneficent aim
Whose sovereign statute is order,
Within this dear mansion may wayward contention,
Or withered envy ne'er enter,
May secrecy round be the mystic bound
And Brotherly love be the centre
A HEART-WARM, FOND ADIEU
Adieu, a heart warm,
Oft have I met your
May freedom, harmony