The Tyler’s Toast
The Tyler’s Toast
Dear Brethren of the mystic tie
The night is waning fast
our work is done, our feast is o’er
This toast must be our last,
Goodnight, goodnight, once more goodnight,
Repeat that farewell strain,
Happy to meet, sorry to part, happy to meet again.
To all poor and distressed Masons,
Wherever they may be,
On Land, sea, under the sea or in the air
Wishing them a speedy relief to all their suffering
And a safe return to their native land if they so desire.
To all poor and distressed Freemasons
