[1st verse:]
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I can picture the boys "over there"
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Making plenty of noise "over there"
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And if I'm not wrong
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It won't be long
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Ere a certain song will fill the air
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It's all very clear
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The time's drawing near
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When they'll be marching down to the pier, singing:
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[Refrain:]
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Goodbye France
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We'd love to linger longer but we must go home
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Folks are waiting to welcome us across the foam
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We were glad to stand side by side with you
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Mighty proud to have died with you
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So goodbye France
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You'll never be forgotten by the U.S.A.
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[2nd verse:]
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They are waiting for one happy day
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When the word comes to start on their way
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With a tear-dimmed eye
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They'll say goodbye
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But their hearts will cry, Hip-hip hooray
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The friends that they made
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Will wish that they stayed
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As they start on their homeward parade, singing:
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Goodbye France
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| Irving Berlin |
