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VICTORY AT LAST. For many years we 've waited to hail the day of peace, When our land shall be united, and war and strife shall cease; And now the day approaches, the drums are beating fast, And all the boys are coming home—there 's victory at last.
Chorus.—There's victory at last, boys; victory at last!
O'er land and sea our flag is free, we '11 nail it to the mast; Yes, we'll nail it to the mast, boys; nail it to the mast; For there 's victory, victory, victory, at last.
The heroes who have gained it, and lived to, see that day, We will meet with flying banners and honors on the way; And all their sad privations shall to the wind be cast, For the boys are coming home—there 's victory at last.
Oh, happy wives and children, light up your hearts and homes, For, see, with martial music, "the conquering hero comes," With flags and streamers flying, while drums are beating fast; For all the boys are coming home—victory at last.