SONG OF THE CONFEDERATE SIGNAL CORPS
 ("The Bonnie White Flag That Bears The Crimson Square")
Tune: "The Bonnie Blue Flag"/"The Irish Jaunting Car"


There is a flag as yet unsung,
	A banner bright and fair,
It moves in waves of right and left,
	That banner in the air.
The wise may look, the scholar con,
	The wondering urchin stare,
But naught can make of The Bonnie White Flag
	That Bears The Crimson Square.

CHORUS: Hurrah! Hurrah!
For the Signal Corps, hurrah,
Hurrah for The Bonnie White Flag
That Bears The Crimson Square.

To comrades true, far, far away,
	Who watch with anxious eye,
These secret signs an import bear
	When waved against the sky.
As quick as thought, as swift as light,
	Those airy symbols there,
Are caught and read from The Bonnie White Flag
	That Bears The Crimson Square.
CHORUS 	

When armèd hosts in serried ranks
	Sweep forward to the fray,
The signal flag is waving there
	To point the victorious way,
From hill to hill, from crag to crag,
	The wingèd words to bear
That gave a name to The Bonnie White Flag
	That Bears The Crimson Square.
CHORUS 

When night draws o'er the wearied earth
	Her cloak of sable hue,
And bids us dream of home and friends,
	The soldiers staunch and true.
'Tis then the torch that's burning bright,
	Tells by its meteor glare
That we're on watch with The Bonnie White Flag
	That Bears The Crimson Square.
CHORUS 

Then let us hope when war is o'er
	And great, and good, and free,
We stand and boast ourselves with truth
	A model confederacy,
That midst war's recollections oft
	We too may claim a share,
As we fondly think of The Bonnie White Flag
	That Bears The Crimson Square.
	
CHORUS 

Songs of the Confederacy