The Sons of Old Killie

Ye sons of old Killie, assembled by Willie, To follow the noble vocation; Your thrifty old mother has scarce such another To sit in that honoured station. I've little to say, but only to pray, As praying's the ton of your fashion; A prayer from the muse you well may excuse, Tis seldom her favourite passion. Ye powers who preside o'er the wind and the tide, Who marked each element's border; Who formed this frame with beneficent aim, Whose sovereign statute is order; Within this dear mansion may wayward contention Or withered envy ne-er enter; May secrecy round be the mystical bound, And brotherly love be the centre.


Gary Lewis

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This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1786 and is read here by Gary Lewis.

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Selected for 26 October

The importance of Freemasonry to Robert Burns is hard to exaggerate. The 'Craft' brought him the comfort of ritual, fellowship, a network of influential patrons and a set of democratic beliefs he esteemed. Today's verses in praise of 'brotherly love' and the 'mystical bound' were probably sung by Burns himself on this day in 1786. The poet was being honoured by his fellow Masons from the neighbouring lodge of Kilmarnock.

Donny O'Rourke

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