"A favorite masonic glee, composed and respectfully inscribed to the R.W.M., officers, and brethren of the Somerset House Lodge."

Lyrics: George Dyer

Lightly o'er the village green
Blue-eyed fairies sport unseen
Round and round in circles gay,
Then at cockcrow flit away.
Thus 'tis said, tho' mortal eye
Ne'er their merry freaks could spy.
Elves for mortals lisp the pray'r,
Elves attend to guard the fair.
Thus, like elves in mystic ring,
Merry masons drink and sing.

Come then brothers, lead along
Social rites and mystic song,
Tho' no Madam, Miss or Bess
Could our myst'ries ever guess;
Nor could ever learn'd divine
Sacred masonry define,
Round our order close we bind
Laws of love to all mankind.
Thus, like elves in mystic ring,
Merry masons drink and sing.

Drink then to each honest man,
Friend to the masonic plan.
Leaving parsons grave to blunder,
Leaving ladies fair to wonder,
Leaving Thomas still to lie,
Leaving Betty still to spy;
Round and round we push our glass,
Round and round each toasts his lass.
Thus, like elves in mystic ring,
Merry masons drink and sing.