I Hold A Token In My Hand, A Very Tiny Thing; And Yet Within Its Golden Band A Thousand Memories Cling. Aye! Thrice Ten Thousand Memories Cling Of Signal Victories Won, Enshrined Within This Little Ring, Reward Of Duty Done. I Ever Shall This Token Prize, And Wear It With True Grace - The Tie That Binds The Kindred Ties Of Friendship Race To Race. And When I Soar Full Through The Skies, Yet Ever Will I Cling Within The Gates Of Paradise This Sacred Little Ring!