“Are your glasses charged in the
West and South,” the Worshipful Master cries;
“They're charged in the West, they're charged in the South,”
are the Wardens' prompt replies:
Then to our final Toast tonight your glasses fairly drain
Happy to meet - sorry to part - happy to meet again.
Happy to meet - sorry to part - happy to meet again.
The Mason's social Brotherhood around the Festive Board,
Reveal a wealth more precious far than selfish miser's hoard.
They freely share the priceless stores that generous hearts
contain
Happy to meet, sorry to part, happy to meet again!
Happy to meet - sorry to part - happy to meet again.
We work like Masons free and true, and when our Task is done,
A merry song and cheering glass are not unduly won:
And only at our Farewell Pledge is pleasure touched with pain
Happy to meet, sorry to part, happy to meet again!
Happy to meet - sorry to part - happy to meet again.
Amidst our mirth we drink "To all poor Masons o'er the
World"
On every shore our Flag of Love is gloriously unfurled,
We prize each Brother, fair or dark, who bears no moral stain
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Happy to meet, sorry to part, happy to meet again
Happy to meet - sorry to part - happy to meet again.
The Mason feels the n e truth the Scottish peasant told
That Rank is but the guinea stamp, the man himself's the gold.
With us the rich and poor unite and equal Rights maintain
Happy to meet, sorry to part, happy to meet again!
Happy to meet - sorry to part - happy to meet again.
Dear Brethren of the Mystic Tyle, the night is waning fast
Our Duty's done, our feast is o'er, this song must be our last:
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Good Night, Good Night, but ere we part, all join the farewell
strain.
Happy to meet, sorry to part, happy to meet again!
Happy to meet - sorry to part - happy to meet again.
Happy to meet - sorry to part - happy to meet again.
Full Version with Preamble: Aberaeson
Lodge Installation
(Sept 2017)
