I can picture the boys "over there"
Making plenty of noise "over there"
And if I'm not wrong
It won't be long
Ere a certain song will fill the air
It's all very clear
The time's drawing near
When they'll be marching down to the pier, singing:
We'd love to linger longer but we must go home
Folks are waiting to welcome us across the foam
We were glad to stand side by side with you
Mighty proud to have died with you
So goodbye France
You'll never be forgotten by the U.S.A.
They are waiting for one happy day
When the word comes to start on their way
With a tear-dimmed eye
They'll say goodbye
But their hearts will cry, Hip-hip hooray
The friends that they made
Will wish that they stayed
As they start on their homeward parade, singing: