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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 |
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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 |
|
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 |
