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This most famous song of liberty and independence gives us an enduring image of Robert Burns. It’s the provocative and defiant Burns, who laughs in the face of the ruling classes and who openly claims that he, and his people, are as good, if not better, than any of them.
It’s a sentiment that has characterised the verses of many of Scotland’s best poets, from Blind Harry’s tales of William Wallace to Hugh MacDiarmid’s 20th Century rants. It’s the same sentiment that packs the punch in the Declaration of Arbroath: that although the Scots are poor and harried by more powerful neighbours, what they should always strive for is freedom and independence.
These are the types of images that make a bard a bard, a champion of the common people. But Burns’s own life isn’t always consistent with his poetry, and in his time there were many different perspectives on Burns.
As for us, we choose to celebrate Robert Burns, the Master Mason, the Bard, and the Scot. Won't you please join us...
Robert Burns Night 2008
February 8, 2008 - 6pm
Featuring The Browne Sisters
and George Cavanaugh
Our Burns Night is a fund raising event for the
Pasadena Scottish Rite Childhood Language Center.
Tickets are $35 each. $5 p/p will be added to each order.
This event will sell out, so get your tickets early.
Should you have any questions, please feel free to contact us and we will get back to you as soon as we can.
Office: 818.569.5425 - Fax: 818.569.3081
or e-mail us by clicking here.
The Master's Apron
By Robert Burns
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 masters 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 honour, pride and power
Are crumbling stanes to base on;
Fraternity 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 .
Guid wives and bairnies blithely sing
To the ancient badge wi' the apron string
That is worn by the master mason! | 
