He was a canny mason
Very good with stone
He even carved a basin
For my very home
I knew him as a greyson
But he soon showed other tones
He wasn't just in shades of grey
But black and white and brown
Oh he was a canny mason
And built all the buildings in town
Carved and hewn the face on
Every facade of regal crown
Mermaids on the balustrades
Lions on the coronet
Ask him not of gunpowder plots
He'll likely hew you from the neck down
But buy him a sack of wine
Let him weigh the stone in his palm
He'll tell where and how to place it in
The wall
Then they'll all fall down
on the farm
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