We hadn’t good
regalia, an' our Lodge was old and bare,
But we knew the Ancient Landmarks and kep' em to a hair
An' looking on it backwards, it ofton strikes me thus,
There ain't such things as infidels, Excep, per'aps its
us,
For oft in Guv'ment service This rovin' foot 'ath pressed
An bore fraternal greetin's To the Lodges East and West
Accordin' as commanded From Kohat to Singapore,
But I wish that I might see them in my Mother Lodge once
more
Outside - “Sergeant! Sir! Salute! Salaam! “
Inside - “Brother! And it doesn’t do no arm”
We met upon the Level and we parted on the Square
An, I was Junior Deacon, in my Mother Lodge out there.
by Bro Rudyard Kiplin
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