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When Masons' mystic word and grip
In storms and tempests raise ye up,
Some cock or cat your rage maun stop,
Or, strange to tell!
The youngest Brother ye waud whup
Aff straught to hell!
In storms and tempests raise ye up,
Some cock or cat your rage maun stop,
Or, strange to tell!
The youngest Brother ye waud whup
Aff straught to hell!
Lang syne, in Eden's bonny yard,
When youthfu' lovers first were pair'd,
And a' the soul of love they shar'd,
The raptur'd hour,
Sweet on the fragrant, flowery swaird,
In shady bow'r!
When youthfu' lovers first were pair'd,
And a' the soul of love they shar'd,
The raptur'd hour,
Sweet on the fragrant, flowery swaird,
In shady bow'r!
Then you, ye auld sneak-drawin dog!
Ye came to Paradise incog.,
And play'd on man a' cursed brogue,
(Black be your fa'!)
And gied the infant warld a shog,
'Maist ruin'd a'.
Ye came to Paradise incog.,
And play'd on man a' cursed brogue,
(Black be your fa'!)
And gied the infant warld a shog,
'Maist ruin'd a'.
D'ye mind that day, when in a bizz,
Wi' reekit duds, and reestit gizz,
Ye did present your smoutie phiz
Mang better fock,
And sklented on the man of Uz
Your spiteful joke?
Wi' reekit duds, and reestit gizz,
Ye did present your smoutie phiz
Mang better fock,
And sklented on the man of Uz
Your spiteful joke?
And how you got him in your thrall,
And brak him out o' house and hall,
While scabs and blotches did him gall,
Wi' bitter claw,
And loos'd his ill-tongu'd, wicked scawl,
Was warst ava?
And brak him out o' house and hall,
While scabs and blotches did him gall,
Wi' bitter claw,
And loos'd his ill-tongu'd, wicked scawl,
Was warst ava?
