It came from your father,
It was all he had to give,
So it's yours to use and cherish
As long as you may live.

If you lose the watch he gave you
It can always be replaced,
But a black mark on your name, son,
Can never be erased.

It was clean the day you took it
A worthy name to bear,
When I got it from my father
There was no dishonor there.

So make sure you guard it wisely
After all is said and done,
You'll be glad the name is spotless
When you give it to your son.

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Copied from "The Marquette Story" by Kenneth Marquette