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