American Boys, Hello!

Oh! we love all the French, and we speak in French     As along through France we go.     But the moments to us that are keen and sweet     Are the ones when our khaki boys we meet,     Stalwart and handsome and trim and neat;     And we call to them - 'Boys, hello!'     'Hello, American boys,     Luck to you, and life's best joys!     American boys, hello!'     We couldn't do that if we were at home -     It never would do, you know!     For there you must wait till you're told who's who,     And to meet in the way that nice folks do.     Though you knew his name, and your name he knew -     You never would say 'Hello, hello, American boy!'     But here it's just a joy,     As we pass along in the stranger throng,     To call out, 'Boys, hello!'     For each is a brother away from home;     And this we are sure is so,     There's a lonesome spot in his heart somewhere,     And we want him to feel there are friends RIGHT THERE     In this foreign land, and so we dare     To call out 'Boys, hello!'     'Hello, American boys,     Luck to you, and life's best joys!     American boys, hello!'