I am a Master Mason,

I wear my apron proud.

I walk with body so erect;

my head could reach a cloud.

I’m glad I had the courage

to travel all three degrees.

And at the end of the journey,

a Master Mason I would be.

I took an obligation,

to stand true and tall,

to answer a brother

should he ever call.

Should a brother’s widow

need a helping hand,

I promised to be there

and do what I can.

When I travel far away,

even a foreign land,

I’ll find a brother standing tall

with friendship in his hand.

So, I’m a Master Mason,

a little proud no doubt.

The praises of the craft,

you’ll hear me sing and shout!!