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 this 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 from all their suffering

And a safe return to their native land if they so desire.

To all poor and distressed Freemasons.