Verse 1: Did you ever see two Yankees part upon a foreign shore
When the good ship's just about to start for Old New York once more?
With tear-dimmed eye they say goodbye, they're friends without a doubt;
When the man on the pier, shouts, "Let them clear," as the ship strikes out.

Chorus: 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 e'er long.

Verse 2: Say hello to dear old Coney Isle, if there you chance to be,
When you're at the Waldorf have a smile and charge it up to me;
Mention my name ev'ry place you go, as 'round the town you roam;
Wish you'd call on my gal, Now remember, old pal, when you get back home.

Chorus: 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 e'er long.

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 e'er long.

At a port in France one morning waiting for my ship to sail,
Yankee soldiers on a furlough came to get the latest mail;
I told them I was on my way to old Manhattan Isle;
They all gathered about, as the Vessel pulled out and said with a smile