Did you ever see two Yankees part up on a foreign shore
When the good ship's just about to start to old New York once more

With tear dimmed eye they say goodbye, they're friends with out a doubt
When the man on the pier shouts 'Let them clear', as the ship strikes out

Give my regards to Broadway
Remember me to Herald Square
Tell all the gang at 42nd Street
That I will soon be there

Whisper of how I'm yearning to mingle with the old time throng
Give my regards to old Broadway and say that i'll be there 'ere long