Ther’s mony a badge that’s unco braw,
Wi’ ribbon, lace and tape on;
Let Kings an’ Princes wear them a’
Gie me the Master’s apron!
The honest craftsman’s apron,
The jolly Freemason’s apron,
Be he at hame, or road afar,
Before his touch fa’s bolt and bar,
The gates of fortune fly ajar,
‘Gin he wears the apron!
For wealth and honor, pride and power
Are crumbling stanes to base on;
Eternity suld rule the hour
And ilka worthy Mason!
Each Free Accepted Mason,
Each Ancient Crafted Mason.
Then, brithers let a halesome sang
Arise your friendly ranks alang!
Guidwives and barns blithely sing
To the ancient badge wi’ the apron string
That is worn by the Master Mason!
—Henry Oakes Kent, 1882; often falsely attributed to Robert Burns