Badge of a Shriner
I’m the scimitar and the crescent you wear upon your coat, I proclaim that you’re a Shriner. I’m a sign for men to note. I’m a symbol that your fellows have abiding faith in you; They believe that you are worthy and they trust in all you do. But I wonder, fellow Noble, as I see you here and there, If you really caught the meaning of this little badge you wear?
Are you mindful of my splendor? Are you watchful of my fame? Are you careful as you travel not to bring me into shame? You proclaim that you’re a Shriner, every passer-by can see That you’re pledged to do the right thing wheresoever you may be. But world wide, your brothers suffer loss and injury from you If you do a wrong act which a Shriner shouldn’t do.
By my token you’re wearing, you’re expected to be fine; We have taught the world it’s something to be chosen by the Shrine; and the man who wears its emblem has his fellow’s guarantee that a gentleman of honor he is known and pledged to be; And if he shall fail that standard by some thoughtless word or whim, Shriners, wide world over, shall be put to shame by him.
By my scimitar and crescent which is so proudly you display, You are bound to live and travel in a bigger, better way, You must dignify my emblem, so none whom you meet, Be he friend or foe, may whisper that the Shrine is but a cheat. You must play the man at all times, you must keep your conduct fair and be worthy of my crescent and scimitar you wear