Though we're a band of prisoners, let each be firm and true,
For noble souls and hearts of oak the foe can ne'er subdue.
We then will turn us homeward to those we love so dear.
For peace and happiness, my boys, oh, give a hearty cheer.

CHORUS: Hurrah! Hurrah! For peace and home, hurrah!
Hurrah for The Bonnie White Flag that ends this cruel war.

The sword into the scabbard, the musket on the wall,
The cannon from its blazing throat no more shall hurl the ball;
From wives and babes and sweethearts no longer will we roam,
For every gallant soldier boy shall seek his cherished home.-CHORUS

Our battle banners furled away no more shall greet the eye,
Nor beat of angry drums be heard, nor bugle's hostile cry.
The blade no more be raised aloft in conflict fierce and wild,
The bomb shall roll across the sward, the plaything of a child.-CHORUS

No pale-faced captive then shall stand behind his rusted bars,
Nor from his prison window bleak look sadly to the stars,
But out amid the woodland's green on pounding steed he'll be,
And proudly from his heart shall rise the anthem of the free!-CHORUS

The plow into the furrow then, the fields shall wave with grain,
And smiling children to their schools all gladly go again.
The church invites its grateful throng, and man's rude striving cease,
While all across our noble land shall glow the light of peace.-CHORUS