Cohan Sing-Along
I’m a Yankee Doodle dandy
A Yankee Doodle, do or die
A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam
Born on the Fourth of July
I’ve got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart
She’s my Yankee Doodle joy
Yankee Doodle came to London
Just to ride the ponies
I am the Yankee Doodle boy
Over there, over there
Send the word, send the word over there
That the Yanks are coming
The Yanks are coming
The drums rum tumming everywhere
So prepare, say a prayer
Send the word, send the word to beware
We’ll be over, we’re coming over
And we won’t come back till it’s over, over there
H – A – double – R – I – G – A – N spells Harrigan
Proud of all the Irish blood that’s in me
Divil a man can say a word agin me
H – A – double – R – I – G – A – N, you see
Is a name that a shame never has been connected with
(shout) Harrigan
I (sing) That’s me
You’re a grand old flag
You’re a high-flying flag
And forever in peace may you wave
You’re the emblem of
The land I love
The home of the free and the brave
Ev’ry heart beats true
Under red, white, and blue
Where there’s never a boast or brag
But should old acquaintance be forgot
Keep your eye on the grand old flag
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, ‘ere long