So good-bye, Alaska, for I’m going home
To that old-fashioned mother of mine.
Once again the scene is changed, he’s on a special train
And lands down at the Battery safe and sound.
He wends his way on Broadway and on every side again
The old familiar faces can be found.
He lingers but a moment as he passes City Hall,
And there he hears the national anthem sung,
And just to prove he’s Yankee, aye, Yankee through and through,
He sings the chorus in his native tongue.