Those men who help my Dad each day,
They wear those Mason rings.
A Square and Compass set in gold,
The praise of which I sing.
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My Dad, he hurt his back you know,
One cold and wintery day.
He slipped and fell upon the ice,
The insurance would not pay.
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And since that time those rings I see,
On hands that help us much.
With mowing lawns and hauling trash,
Each day my heart they touch.
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They even built a house for me,
Amid our backyard tree.
Where all the neighbour kids,
Would play with laughter full of glee.
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My Mom she cried from happiness,
The time the Masons came.
To aid our family in distress,
Without a thought of gain.
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And when I'm big, just like my Dad,
Of this it must be told.
I want to wear a ring like his,
A Square and Compass gold.
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Long years have passed since when
My dad was in that plaster cast.
And since I swore that Solemn Oath,
Which unites us to the last.
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But more than that I'm proud to say,
I wear his Mason ring.
The one Dad wore for many years,
Until his death this spring.
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And one last time his comrades came,
To aid my weeping Mother.
They praised and bid a fond farewell,
To our fallen Brother.
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And after which MY son did ask,
About their Aprons white.
And of the rings upon their hands.
Of gold so shiny bright.
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With tearful eyes I said with pride,
They're men of spirit pure.
Those men who wear those Mason rings,
Of that you can be sure.
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And before he went to bed that night,
The family he foretold.
Someday I'll wear a ring like Dad's,
A Square and Compass gold.
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