THE LOVING CUP

Oh pass the loving cup around
Nor pass a Noble by,
We all drink from the same canteen
In good old Tripoli,
For you and I will Ne’er grow old
While this fair cup is nigh.
Here’s life, here’s strength,
Here’s health and wealth,
Here’s all to Tripoli.

Oh start this loving cup around
It holds a something clear,
‘Tis brimming with the promise that
A Noble holds so dear,
That little legs will run again
And little arms will play,
This is the Shriners fondest prayer
For baby smiles today.


(Director's Staff verse)

Oh pass the loving cup around
The Director’s Staff is here,
To welcome our new candidates
And offer them a beer.
For you and I will ne’er go dry
While this fair cup is high,
We’re Nobles of the Director’s Staff,
The pride of Tripoli.


(Highlanders verse)

Oh pass this loving cup around,
The pipes and drums are here.
We wear the kilt with Scottish pride,
And toast with scotch and beer.
Don't ask what's worn beneath the kilt,
Our secret can't be told.
We're Highlanders of Tripoli,
The strong, the brave, the bold.