It is a sad and cruel fate the country-s coming to,
And there-s no use in striking, -so what are we to do?-
-I know what we could do, but then, there might be traitors near,
And things are running in my head that only mates should hear!�
The world cannot go on like this, in spite of all that-s said,
And millions now are waiting for - the Waving of the Red.

-Last night as I lay slipping out a vision came to me;
A girl with face as fair and grand as ever man might see -
Her form was like the statues raised to Liberty in France,
And in her hand a blood-red flag was wrapped around a lance.
She shook the grand old colour loose, she smiled at me and said;
-Go bid your brothers gather for the Waving of the Red.�