Give My Regards to Broadway

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 :
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.

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 :
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.