The war came and they asked us for our rings

They wanted the gold

to help finance the war

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I traded my gold ring for a ring of steel

      It hung heavy on my hand with honor and pride

            But their ships grew weak and needed repair

So I traded my ring of steel for a ring of iron

      Which rang a sweet note when it struck metal

            But their iron reserves soon grew cold and empty

So I traded my ring of iron for a ring of lead

      Which poisoned my skin with esteem and tribute

            But their bullets ran short and soon the guns were useless

So I traded my ring of lead for a ring of stone

      Which made my fingers ache with its noble weight

            But their walls grew thin from the raging bullets

So I traded my ring of stone for a ring of wood

      Which splintered my skin with it�s jagged edges
		
            But the forests were burnt and the men had no fire

So I traded my ring of wood for a ring of glass

      Which was shining and beautiful with the love for my country

            But the glass ring shattered and sliced my skin

So I traded my ring of glass for a ring of blood

      Which drips from my fingertips in red exhalation

            But what the war took in supplies it made up in broken bodies

                  Blood is the most abundant supply of them all
			
                        And I wear my ring proudly as a symbol of our cause






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