GOOD-BYE
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye,We’re on the seas for France,We’re on our way to make them payThe piper for the dance.To starboard and to portOur paint-splotched convoys toss,Grim thunderbolts in rainbow garb,We jam a path across.Our guns are slugged and setTo smack the U-boat’s eye—God help the Hun that tries his luck—Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye.Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye,The decks are deep with men,We’re going out to God knows what,We’ll be back God knows when.Old friends are at our sides,Old songs drift out to sea,Oh, it is good to go to warIn such a company.The sun is on the wavesThat race to meet the sky,Where strange new shores reach out to us—Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye.Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye,A long and weary while,Through all the drab and empty days,Remember us and smile.Our good ship shoulders onAlong a lane of foam,And every turn the screw goes roundIs farther still from home.We’ll miss the things we left,The more the white miles fly,So keep them till we come again—Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye.
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye,We’re on the seas for France,We’re on our way to make them payThe piper for the dance.To starboard and to portOur paint-splotched convoys toss,Grim thunderbolts in rainbow garb,We jam a path across.Our guns are slugged and setTo smack the U-boat’s eye—God help the Hun that tries his luck—Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye.Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye,The decks are deep with men,We’re going out to God knows what,We’ll be back God knows when.Old friends are at our sides,Old songs drift out to sea,Oh, it is good to go to warIn such a company.The sun is on the wavesThat race to meet the sky,Where strange new shores reach out to us—Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye.Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye,A long and weary while,Through all the drab and empty days,Remember us and smile.Our good ship shoulders onAlong a lane of foam,And every turn the screw goes roundIs farther still from home.We’ll miss the things we left,The more the white miles fly,So keep them till we come again—Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye.
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye,We’re on the seas for France,We’re on our way to make them payThe piper for the dance.To starboard and to portOur paint-splotched convoys toss,Grim thunderbolts in rainbow garb,We jam a path across.Our guns are slugged and setTo smack the U-boat’s eye—God help the Hun that tries his luck—Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye.
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye,
We’re on the seas for France,
We’re on our way to make them pay
The piper for the dance.
To starboard and to port
Our paint-splotched convoys toss,
Grim thunderbolts in rainbow garb,
We jam a path across.
Our guns are slugged and set
To smack the U-boat’s eye—
God help the Hun that tries his luck—
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye.
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye,The decks are deep with men,We’re going out to God knows what,We’ll be back God knows when.Old friends are at our sides,Old songs drift out to sea,Oh, it is good to go to warIn such a company.The sun is on the wavesThat race to meet the sky,Where strange new shores reach out to us—Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye.
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye,
The decks are deep with men,
We’re going out to God knows what,
We’ll be back God knows when.
Old friends are at our sides,
Old songs drift out to sea,
Oh, it is good to go to war
In such a company.
The sun is on the waves
That race to meet the sky,
Where strange new shores reach out to us—
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye.
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye,A long and weary while,Through all the drab and empty days,Remember us and smile.Our good ship shoulders onAlong a lane of foam,And every turn the screw goes roundIs farther still from home.We’ll miss the things we left,The more the white miles fly,So keep them till we come again—Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye.
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye,
A long and weary while,
Through all the drab and empty days,
Remember us and smile.
Our good ship shoulders on
Along a lane of foam,
And every turn the screw goes round
Is farther still from home.
We’ll miss the things we left,
The more the white miles fly,
So keep them till we come again—
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye.