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Greetings From Iain A. Edgar R.W.M |
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Thank you to everyone who attended the installation ceremony on Saturday 12th December 2009 and made it such a special day. I am looking forward to my twelve months in this high office which the brethren of the Lodge have elected me into. I am very much looking forward to leading the Lodge in 2010 and hope to ensure that the name of Lodge Robert Burns remains at the forefront of Freemasonry both within and outwith the province.
I would also like to congratulate my fellow office bearers and wish them well in their new offices, especially those who are taking up office for the 1st time and with all the degree work we will be conferring throughout the year. I am sure that with the help and support of the brethren of the lodge we will make this year a special and successful year for Lodge Robert Burns.
Please feel free to browse through the site and hopefully learn a little more of the various activities that we are involved in. You will find a copy of our syllabus and some pictures from the events we have held. We will also endeavour to include details of upcoming visitations that we will be involved in. I look forward to seeing as many of you as possible at our meetings throughout the year. There are some links to our sister lodges and the Provincial Grand Lodge of the Middle Ward of Lanarkshire, as well as to the Grand Lodge of Scotland. If you are not a Freemason but are curious about our order then have a look through our site and feel free to leave a message on our guest book.
Ther's mony a badge that's unco braw; Wi' ribbon, lace and tape on; Let kings an' princes wear them a' — Gie me the Master's apron!
The honest craftsman's apron, The jolly Freemason's apron, Be he at hame, or roam afar, Before his touch fa's bolt and bar, The gates of fortune fly ajar, `Gin he but wears the apron!
For wealth and honor, pride and power Are crumbling stanes to base on; Eternity suld rule the hour, And ilka worthy Mason! Each Free Accepted Mason, Each Ancient Crafted Mason.
Then, brithers, let a halesome sang Arise your friendly ranks alang! Guidwives and bairnies blithely sing To the ancient badge wi' the apron string That is worn by the Master Mason!
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