| Give my regards to Broadway
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| Remember me to Herald Square
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| Tell all the gang at Forty Second Street
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| That I will soon be there
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| Whisper of how I’m yearning
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| To mingle with the old time throng
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| Give my regards to Old Broadway
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| And say that I’ll be there, 'ere long
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| Did you ever see two Yankees
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| Part upon a foreign shore?
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| When the good ship’s just about to start
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| For Old New York once more?
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| With tear dimmed eye, they say goodbye
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| They’re friends, without a doubt
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| When the man on the pier shouts, «Let them clear»
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| As the ship strikes out
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| Give my regards to Broadway
|
| Remember me to Herald Square
|
| Tell all the gang at Forty Second 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
|
| Give my regards to Broadway
|
| Remember me to Herald Square
|
| Tell all the gang at Forty Second 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 |