In Inverkip upon the clyde,
A wheen O’ Masons there did bide,
Wi’ no a place wherein to meet,
They had to confab on the street.

Some met together, voiced there views,
And so to others passed the news,
‘Twas only right to form there,
An Association ‘O the square.

The association was formed at length,
And this progressed from strength to strength,
Hard work was done, they were amazed,
To find how quickly funds were raised.

But the association was temporary,
For on the fifth of February
In the year O’ Nineteen-Forty-Eight,
‘Twill always be a historic date.

For they had gotten what they wanted,
Grand Lodge to them there charter granted,
A meeting place was now required
So the free kirk hall was duly hired.

The Lodge was young. Would soon be growin’,
And the name O’Inverkip Ardgowan
Was hoped would rise to be the best
In a’ the province O’ Renfrew West.

The Office Bearers were duly elected;
J. Halliday as master was selected,
Who said that he would surely strive
To build this Lodge one-four-two-five

This man selected for the chair,
Was just and competent and fair,
For he had filled the job before.
As Master O’ Lodge six-two-four

He picked as Deputy Gibby Cox,
Who came away down from Garvocks
As subsititute Will Craig was best
Wi’ Warden McGeachie in the west.

Now one who’d been a gallant helper
As Junior warden, Willie Telfer,
And pleased was everyone to learn
As Secretary Johnny Fearn.

Wi’ Willie Plunkett to mind the Siller,
The Inner Guard was Peter Miller,
Joseph Mornin was the Tyler,
Non member postie fired the bi’ler

The’ made Jack Plunkett Senior Deacon,
For Junior, Robert Holmes went seekin’,
While Gibby Allan was D.o.C.
Malcom Plunket made the tea.

As Almoner, and to visit the sick,
Hugh Macfarlane was the pick;
The other posts were duly filled
And the opening date was finally billed.

One day was in the month of May,
It really was a memorious day;
The sun was shining in the sky,
When the Lodge was opened by Sir Guy.

A happy day was spent by all,
Wi’ a harmony in the Comrade’s Hall
The Office bearers in there posts
Were honoured wi’ masonic toasts.

It’s two years since that happy day;
Some brothers have had to go away,
And in the Lodge in their auld places,
We’ve got a lot O’ split new faces.

Lodge Ardgowan has swiftly grew,
Between us a’ auld and new;
Its had its troubles as Lodges must
But there a’ by we hope and trust.

Just as a fire may spring from embers,
This Lodge has risen from founder members;
And so to all those thirty-one,
I pen these lines for a job well done.

The Lodge just now is going grand,
Its members are a happy band,
Long may it prosper, grow and thrive,
My mother Lodge, one-four-two-five.