Flags of the South, untarnished and free,
We look on your folds with emotions of pride;
We gaze on you, emblems of daring war deeds,
And think of the hosts who have battled and died.
Flags of the Southland! What tales you could tell
Of invincible Price and his valiant array
Of men peerless Pindall, chivalrous and brave,
The bravest of all that Battalion of Gray.
O, Flags of the South, what tales you could tell
Of the hopes and the heart throbs, unfaltering and strong;
Of the knightliest deeds in tha annals of Fame
That to knightliest names of the Southland belong.
Aye, too, ye could tell of the grave, grievous things,
Of the hideous horrors through year upon year,
Of hardships and hunger, of valor in vain,
And, O God! The end of all they held dear.
O, Flags of the South of that Old South we love,
When waked to its grief, that last fateful day,
Ye waved oer the souls of the tried and the true,
Nor ever crossed lines from the ranks of the Gray.
With record outstanding, undimmed by the tread
Of the Time-march of years some of sun, some of
We salute ye to-day, O unconquered Flags,
As the heart of our hearts, as the life of our life.
O, Flags of the South, unblemished and fair,
May the record enwrit on your folds ever be
The watchwords of Honor and Valor and Faith,
For woven of these was our Confederacy.