All is ready so just hold steady
We'll soon be going to the pier
No more waiting or hesitating
The time to sail is here
Bye-bye mothers and all the others
Who'll come to shed a little tear
Don't cry
Bye-bye
Give us a parting cheer
We're on our way to France
There's not a minute to spare
That's why
For when the Yanks advance
You bet we wanna be there
Goodbye
Old Hoboken is bent and broken
From soldiers marching on her pier
While you slumber, a great big number
Of soldiers disappear
To the millions of brave civilians
That we are leaving over here