Benjamin Brierley (Бенджамин Брирли)

The Bonnie Lad with th' Apron on

           (MASONIC SONG.)

Music by Bro. Past Master N. Dumville. Manchester:
Hime and Addison; Forsyth Brothers.

MY JAMIE is a Mason bold
    His mother's age ten seventy seven
His word to me's as good as gold
    His soul's as pure as smile from Heaven.
Whene'er we take our walks at eve,
    A face for him—there's only one;
Than lose his heart a world I'd give—
    My bonnie lad wi' th' apron on!

He jewels wears upon his breast,
    And three upon his brat so white;
And when he's donned up in his best,
    Oh, is he not my heart's delight?
He says I ought to cautious be
    When other lads try on their fun;
But surely he's no doubts of me—
    My bonnie lad wi' th' apron on!

Why need he says he's on the square,
    And true his life to rule and plumb?
You'll find few young men anywhere,
    That virtues such as his become.
He kissed me at the gate to-neet,
    And now he to his lodge is gone;
But later on I'm bound to meet
    My bonnie lad wi' th' apron on.

A day he's named—a day to come,
    When I must take the first degree
In the Free Masonry of home,
    Then happy sister shall I be.
His secrets I already know,
    And in the grips we both are one;
A spotless vesture soon I'll show
    My bonnie lad wi' th' apron on!


Dedicated to Bro. Colonel Le Gendre N. Starkie, Rt. 
Worshipful Prov. Grand Master of Masons in East Lancashire.

1. Fall of Sebastopol
2. The Bonnie Blue Ribbon
3. The Waverlow Bells
4. To My Wife
5. To Her Royal Highness the Duchess of Edinburgh on Her Wedding

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